<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:08:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWH's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi everyone! This is my blog, it's where I post all my rants about life and basically... about life... YES, HIGHLY, ULTRA-EXAGGERATED AND OVER-SACARSTIC POSTS AND RANTS, ITS WWH'S BLOG! 
These posts are very opinionated, so don't flame me for "being an asshole"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4121825989339991574</id><published>2008-10-13T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:49:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE JUST CAN'T STOP BUGGING ME. THIS IS FULL OF FLYING SHIT. I'M GOING TO CLOSE THIS CRAP DOWN. THANKS ALOT, YOU JUST MADE MY LIFE A HELL LOT EASIER EVERYTIME YOU DO THIS SHIT TO ME DON'T YA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4121825989339991574?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4121825989339991574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4121825989339991574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4121825989339991574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4121825989339991574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people-just-cant-stop-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3665783089098888931</id><published>2008-10-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:51:46.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on this crazy guitar tour with Dingyan. Kenneth pangseh-ed us la, for exercise, what the flying fuck la, was damn pissed. Nevermind, Dingyan and me had this great time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't want to go to school la, had to go for some marketing TK shit. Was quite OK la... Had to wake up early, but something changed my mind. I just finished and walking out then I walk near TKGS, can hear some rock music... Then I went nearer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, I wanna be free, I wanna be me, I want it right nooow!" IT WAS JACK AND RAI! I thought crap la, can I like steal a pinafore and go in la. Then I just went to the back alley near their hall and went to hear. Damn nice la... They played Television Affair, I'm Yours, and Fa La La Song. They were rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to City Hall with Dingyan. Tried so much guitars, we went everywhere, and anywhere. Damn cool, I tried this Gibson Les Paul Classic, can die 3.6k but the sustain is like, I can play a note and get a drink, and then continue to hear the sustain... Was great la... Then we went to Bras Basah, Swee Lee, to try out their cajons... Meinl... But I realised they use plywood inside! Cheater bug la! Then we went Blackwood, I suddenly got big GAS for Teles. Damn cheap la Blackwood, they had this 1992 Relic Fender American Standard Strat going at 1.8k la! I damn regret, I got my 2008 62' reissue Stratocaster at 2.35k la! Damn wasted! I tried this MIJ Telecaster. Sounded like heaven. Can do like Little Wing to Master of Puppets. Just makes my Tele GAS worst... Then we went to Esplanade. Nothing much going on in the evening, so we just went to the library. We found the world's most awesome recording book la! It's called Recording The Beatles. I wanted to loan, but it wasn't for loan. I wanted to put it in my bag and then run off la, but that was just damn dumb. LOL! Then we just went home, I'm trying to find that book. It states every single instrument, studio equipment, mics, rooms, amps... EVERYTHING! I want it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home, I slacked whole night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go for percussion outing!  But I realised, we booked Bigear Studios already. Anyhow, we went to jam at Bigear Studios for the first time, to get a feel of the place that we gonna record in... We book both rooms, one room one hour. It was awesome! 18 bucks per hour la, quite ex. But it's already special price. But their amps and gear is frickin' awesome la! The first room, quite small, so the drums damn loud. But anyways, the gear sounded great la! The second room, they used a headphone system instead of PA system, for it to be clearer. Didn't like it la, just muffles the rest of the band... But it had a Orange rocker 30 which was AWESOME! Sadly the VOX stack in the first room didn't work! We finished the music to our first original, once the lyrics are done, we gonna record it at Bigear maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, we slacked at my house, write songs, etc. Then we went to the playground to do play la... Met Richard and Rachel who refused to come meet us but i just went to the BBQ pit and be a bitch la... SO SORRAYE RACHEL! Then we hung out just talking cock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to my house, they played CS and we wanted to watch Deep Purple/Queen/Led Zeppelin live, but in the end Kenneth and Dingyan ended up taking long turns playing CS: Source while taking turns to write this awesome Pink Floyd crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm really shagged, and all I wanna do is, drink Jolly Shandy! LOL! That's my new addiction over coke! Haha no 1. It's cheaper, coke goes at like $1.50 in a bottle which I totally hate the taste of it from the bottle, while Jolly Shandy comes fresh from the air tight can at $1.20. No. 2 Jolly Shandy has 1% alcohol, making the high of it last for more than 30 minutes... I got high with Dingyan just now, damn funny... While coke's high lasts for 15 minutes around there... No. 3 Jolly Shandy has lower sugar content, which means less chance of diabetes... I hope? But sadly, after the sugar rush, you get damn shagged, and just feel like sleeping. Hahaha! Okay, tomorrow got BAND! FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3665783089098888931?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3665783089098888931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3665783089098888931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3665783089098888931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3665783089098888931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long time no update...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1019586286812557439</id><published>2008-10-08T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:21:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAM OVER! GIG CLIPS ARE UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/feedbacksingapore"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/feedbacksingapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1019586286812557439?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1019586286812557439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1019586286812557439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1019586286812557439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1019586286812557439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-over.html' title='EXAM OVER'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2541437621829632801</id><published>2008-10-03T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:46:37.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dingyan. LOL</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAA PLEASE DO CHECK OUT MY DISPLAY PICTURE ON MSN! While checking out this awesome portrait of Slash Dingyan drew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SOYg2JmziDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8x939ncmY6o/s400/LOL+SLASH+WTF.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also his brand new Les Paul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SOYhNRAeZQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eJCz3f1BUJ0/s400/LES+PAUL+HAHA+WTF.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slash in 1989, Slash now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SOYh-CtvX0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ersWt67yN1k/s400/LOLSLASHBEFOREANDAFTER.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More shit to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2541437621829632801?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2541437621829632801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2541437621829632801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2541437621829632801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2541437621829632801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/10/dingyan-lol.html' title='Dingyan. LOL'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SOYg2JmziDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8x939ncmY6o/s72-c/LOL+SLASH+WTF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7811278082009508208</id><published>2008-10-03T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:56:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We all come in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;We come down from the wire&lt;br /&gt;And everybody warms themselves&lt;br /&gt;To a different fire&lt;br /&gt;When sometimes we get burned&lt;br /&gt;You'd think sometime we'd learn&lt;br /&gt;The one you love is the one&lt;br /&gt;That should take you higher&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got no one&lt;br /&gt;You better go back out and find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like children hidin' in a closet&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell what's goin' on outside&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track&lt;br /&gt;We'll get taken for a ride&lt;br /&gt;By a parlor trick or some words of wit&lt;br /&gt;A hidden hand up a sleeve&lt;br /&gt;To think that the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Could hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;Is a little hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;But everybody darlin' sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Bites the hand that feeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always brings me down&lt;br /&gt;Well is it them or me well i just can't see&lt;br /&gt;But there ain't no peace to be found&lt;br /&gt;But if someone really cared,&lt;br /&gt;Well they'd take the time to spare&lt;br /&gt;A moment to try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Another one's despair&lt;br /&gt;Remember in this game we call life that no one&lt;br /&gt;Said it's fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it now&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it now&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it now&lt;br /&gt;Get down with yo' bad self&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to know the cold&lt;br /&gt;I think of it as home&lt;br /&gt;When there ain't enough of me to go around&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be left alone&lt;br /&gt;But if i call you out of habit i'm out of love and&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;Would you give it to me if i fit your needs&lt;br /&gt;Like when we both knew we had it&lt;br /&gt;But now the damage's done&lt;br /&gt;And we're back out on the run&lt;br /&gt;Funny how ev'rything was roses&lt;br /&gt;When we held on to the guns&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're winnin'&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean you're the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it now&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There goes the challenger being chased&lt;br /&gt;By the blue blue meanies on wheels&lt;br /&gt;The vicious traffic squad cars are after&lt;br /&gt;Our lone driver&lt;br /&gt;The last american hero&lt;br /&gt;The-the electric sintar&lt;br /&gt;The demi-god,&lt;br /&gt;The super driver of the golden west!&lt;br /&gt;Two nasty nazi cars are close behind&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful lone driver&lt;br /&gt;The police cars are getting closer-closer...&lt;br /&gt;Closer to our soul hero in his soul mobile,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;They about to strike him, they gonna get him,&lt;br /&gt;Smash! rape!&lt;br /&gt;The last beautiful free soul on this planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...it is written if the evil spirit arms&lt;br /&gt;The tiger with claws&lt;br /&gt;Brahman provided wings for the dove&lt;br /&gt;Thus spake the super guru&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hear that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7811278082009508208?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7811278082009508208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7811278082009508208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7811278082009508208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7811278082009508208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/10/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-9103643796299779898</id><published>2008-09-22T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:36:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIG VIDEOS ARE UP!!!</title><content type='html'>Here are the viddss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPehhJ6VRaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPehhJ6VRaY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST, ANYONE BESIDES KAINI CAN GUESS WHO TWINGKLINGSTARZATNITE I TREAT CUP NOODLES! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LFkfttZq9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LFkfttZq9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPXQaSSly-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPXQaSSly-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Of The King - Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWyV0vSFe9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWyV0vSFe9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix (NO ENCORE! D=&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching! Clips will be up on our myspace soon, we are still editing and eqing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-9103643796299779898?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/9103643796299779898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=9103643796299779898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9103643796299779898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9103643796299779898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/gig-videos-are-up.html' title='GIG VIDEOS ARE UP!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6084308279375600350</id><published>2008-09-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:48:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100th POST!!! YEAH MANXZXZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest day of my life. I felt Feedback! was like family. It was one of those times where you wished that that moment could've lasted longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, woke up at 11.30am stoned. How am I going to rock and roll tonight? Bloody nervous attack. Then ate Pasta Fiesca for lunch. Went over the Vishaal's place to jam. It was damn great. Band was tight, just some parts needed to work on, mainly guitars, lyrics and bass, LOL Dingyan was like the dude who can do everything perfectly. Jam for like 3 hours straight. I was starting to miss that place already, the aura, Vishaal's kind family and SHIRA of course! We ate hotdog buns, and a cup of milo. Thanks Vishaal's mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a taxi to the place. Saw Esther (lookin' sexaye =D), Marc, Hajar, and Rashidah. Then later saw Kevin and Winfred. We practice, went outside to practice also. Went on stage. Our set got delayed 30 mins, and what the hell, it got shortened too. So unfair! Nonetheless, had a great show. Our setlist was Smoke On The Water, then Stairway To Heaven, then Temple Of The King and finally Little Wing. We had a fun time, crowd was supportive I should say. Funky, delicious basslines, simple catchy drum beats, jangly to hard driven rock riffs, delivered, I hope everyone enjoyed it. The crowd wanted encore, and so did we, but soundman don't allow. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to Timbre to watch Jive Talking. But long queue, decided to change to go MacDonalds with Vishaal, Kenneth, his mom and friends. Chatted alot. Vishaal went to this table that was seated by hot girls that just left. And he asked me to dare him to drink the cup of iced lemon tea that the hot girl just drank for 30 cents (no, he's not a beggar, he's just acting like one =D) And he did. LOL, then we started talking about gay stuff. Yeah, the usual. Went off to take MRT with everyone. But Vishaal and me took the train towards Pasir Ris. Kept on begging him to stay in the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VISHAAL, WE NEED YOU! PLEASE STAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagged man, vids will be up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6084308279375600350?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6084308279375600350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6084308279375600350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6084308279375600350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6084308279375600350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/ultrasound.html' title='Ultrasound!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7145893833464826892</id><published>2008-09-15T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:44:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD COLD!!</title><content type='html'>I'm HAVING A BAD COLD!!!! ARGH!!! I NEED A JACKET!! SO BLOOOODY COLD!!! *sniff* *sniff* IT HURTS MAN! SCREW FLU MAN! SCREW IT BAD! CAN'T WAIT FOR THE GIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAChhIiIiiiiIIUUuuU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7145893833464826892?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7145893833464826892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7145893833464826892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7145893833464826892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7145893833464826892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-cold.html' title='BAD COLD!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5868590222983755045</id><published>2008-09-14T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:01:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand, byyy me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL GROW TALLER THAN JAMES, I SWEAR OVER ALL MY GUITARS!!! :D 4 CM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to cuzz's house. I met my niece, so long never play with her already. OMG She's like sooooo guaai man! I accidentally hurt her twice, quite bad too, when cuzz and me were fooling around, surprisingly, she didn't cry. She's seriously damn strong la. I love her! She damn cute also la, like to play with her. After wrestling, and playing the massage game, and the sleep game, we went to watch Wall.E Daaaaamn cute show la, damn sweet also. Very nice, must go watch one. Went to eat macs too. After that, went back, and went downstairs to "Ti Deng Long" Play lantern. Lol, I never play for so long already, reminds me of last time I used to play with them, then play with fire. As usual, after playing lantern we decided the play with fire! First we made this circle thing for my niece, then blew it out making a wish. Then we started lighting candles on the wall, like stuck on the wall, horizontal, frickin' awesome. I successed once, but Ben go burn the bottom part attempting to melt some wax to make it more sticky and stable, and as a result, burnt too much, so it became too melted. Then it started to drop, but it still hung on la. And we blew it out. It hung like a... errr... nevermind. After that, we did a fear factor, must use fingers to put out the flame. I got try once, then succeeded after a few tries without getting burnt, but later I tried again and I got burnt, damn pain la! We decided to burn dried leaves, very fun!!! Came back to cuzz house, play wii, and play with my niece. Damn tired already la. Went home, blog. I'm so tired, spent the whole day playing, never study, supposedly, my gosh. Be seeing ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the night has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the land is dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the moon is the only light we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5868590222983755045?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5868590222983755045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5868590222983755045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5868590222983755045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5868590222983755045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/stand-byyy-me.html' title='Stand, byyy me!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3849012566394595787</id><published>2008-09-13T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:58:52.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm falling in love all over again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Thursday doesn't even start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Friday, never hesitate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if Mondays black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday, never looking back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday, you can hold your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or Thursday - watch the walls instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Friday, never hesitate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a wonderful surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throwing out your frown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just smiling at the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as sleek as a shriek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always take a big bite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's such a gorgeous sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can never get enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of this stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday doesn't even start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Friday I'm in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent life &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS &lt;/strong&gt;cos of EOY. Screw EOY to the core of the earth, beyond hell, satan doesn't want you. So stressed. I got so stressed, I actually have stress breakdowns. Serious, I started having stress attack in the morning cos I lost my earphones. WTH man! Maybe cos the earphones are the only way to reduce stress which made it even more stressful for the already stressed one who's not being able to relieve stress. So many subs, so little time. High expectations, low standards, unprofessional gig, show outing cancelled. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME? MY GUITAR? ARGH! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it doesn't help when I feel like I'm falling all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback! is about to shatter into pieces tiny little bits and pieces, in front of Shira's eyes! o.O Man I'll miss Shira. She's like the cutest dog ever. Lol, and I'll miss jamming at that old rock house. Man I'll seriously miss Vishaal alot. And I don't know where to go from here. Where do I go? What do I do? This is baaaaaaaad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED CHOCOLATE MILK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I love that song, Friday I'm in love by the cure. It's beyond 1990 :O (I think) Lovely song indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3849012566394595787?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3849012566394595787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3849012566394595787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3849012566394595787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3849012566394595787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-im-falling-in-love-all-over.html' title='I think I&apos;m falling in love all over again...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8515547213560701446</id><published>2008-09-08T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:16:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OI! STOP PASSING ME THE QUIZ!!! D:&lt;</title><content type='html'>1. The Person who tag you is&lt;br /&gt;JOEL! MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Senior Junior, MIRROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;CHIN HAIR LONG LONG, Very reflective just like a mirror, Super cool, Great senior and also, very love his chin hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Being my mirror! So reflective I can see all the pimples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't pull my chin hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Pull his chin hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Length of his chin hair. Stop blowjobbing random men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Pull his chin hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I pull his chin hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Pull his chin hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Chin hair damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Monday, you can fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thursday, don't even start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday I'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saw Loser. Come back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8515547213560701446?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8515547213560701446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8515547213560701446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8515547213560701446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8515547213560701446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/oi-stop-passing-me-quiz-d.html' title='OI! STOP PASSING ME THE QUIZ!!! D:&lt;'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6292177792924943553</id><published>2008-09-06T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:32:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz again!! T_T</title><content type='html'>Thanks alot Hajar, Sabo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Person who tag you is&lt;br /&gt;The mad laughing woman around the block. Hajar if you still do not know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Ex Snare Drum - Cymbals, Batch-Section mate, Good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Mad, Laughing, Crazy, Anti-coke, Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Making me laugh by laughing like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Drink coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Amount of coke she gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Drink coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;I drunk coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Drink coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;AAAHAHAHHHAAHAAA!!!! *tries to do my trademark George Bush face and fails miserably* HAHAHAHAHAAAHHAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6292177792924943553?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6292177792924943553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6292177792924943553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6292177792924943553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6292177792924943553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz-again-tt.html' title='Quiz again!! T_T'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2201519847207599056</id><published>2008-09-05T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:24:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz WTH LA!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged to do a quiz... WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Person who tag you is&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER LAMPADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Fellow penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;She's so fat, she's so sexy, she's so elephant, she's so unglam and of course she's so SHORT! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;YO WAIHUIN'S SO FAT _________________________!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Be hers too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Being more sexy elephant-ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;Because she don't call me fat no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Play a song for her, or else she'll just keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;UNGLAM SEXY ELEPHANT FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel you?&lt;br /&gt;Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Musicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Wai Huin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for supporting me! I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 person that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. SEXY ELEPHANT G!&lt;br /&gt;2. O Wen&lt;br /&gt;3. Hajar&lt;br /&gt;4. Rashidah&lt;br /&gt;5. Shi Chun&lt;br /&gt;6. Harith 3rd time =D&lt;br /&gt;7. Heather LEE&lt;br /&gt;8. Joel MIRROR ON THE WALL&lt;br /&gt;9. Sharon blur blur&lt;br /&gt;10. Saraaaah QUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE =D Go ask him yourself ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Lesbo! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about&lt;br /&gt;He is studying percussion! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat?&lt;br /&gt;Seconds ago, LAMPADA! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;TK BAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 has any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she has a twin that came out 2 years early named O! A brother, a sister, and a penguin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;No, she crash me with her cymbals ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How abt no.7?&lt;br /&gt;Mayyybe? Cannot mah, got lover liao maah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 Single?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously! (kidding) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;TRUMPETKING! Lol, Ong. Or no, if you compare skillz, Ferguson. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;Quacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Don't suppose they know each other. 1 so blur, 1 so proz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;TKSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;Tak Dong Cheng Cheng Dchisssh! Diaaaooowwuuunininieee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my bed. JAPAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Pink cos she thinks it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are no.5 and no.1 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;1 too sexy, 1 too skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a penguin which is taller than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, Heather sexy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2201519847207599056?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2201519847207599056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2201519847207599056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2201519847207599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2201519847207599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz-wth-la.html' title='Quiz WTH LA!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4621942199244000898</id><published>2008-09-05T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:03:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG SO MUCH HOMEWORK!!</title><content type='html'>LOL! Yesterday chatted with Esther for like 3 hours and 1 hour with O Wen, laugh until my stomach ache la! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOT HAWAIIAN PIZZA WHY NO CANADIAN PIZZA?! GOT BAK KUT TEH FLAVOUR NOT? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much homework:&lt;br /&gt;Maths Year end paper - DONE&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Book Compre - NOT DONE&lt;br /&gt;Lit essay - NOT DONE&lt;br /&gt;Journal - DOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe I'm writing bout Tcher's day, Baybeats '08 and Glo For Youth for journal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4621942199244000898?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4621942199244000898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4621942199244000898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4621942199244000898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4621942199244000898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-so-much-homework.html' title='OMG SO MUCH HOMEWORK!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3749168944774514793</id><published>2008-09-04T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:24:19.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL! SECOND POST OF THE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESTHER'S SO FAT THAT BILL GATES COULDN'T PAY FOR HER NEOPRINTS! ;D YOU'RE TURN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW AM I TO FIND A VOCALIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WE JUST GOT NO WHERE TO GO, WHAT DO WE DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'LL MISS VISHAAL, HIS NICE HOUSE AND SHIRA!! DD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ANYONE WHO CAN SING, LOVES CLASSIC ROCK WITH THE LIKES OF DEEP PURPLE, LYNYRD SKYNYRD, THE BEATLES, RAINBOW, BON JOVI, JIMI HENDRIX, ETC. WHO IS BETWEEN 12 - 17 CONTACT ME ASAP! WE NEED YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;All I wanted was for you to know, that I care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3749168944774514793?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3749168944774514793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3749168944774514793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3749168944774514793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3749168944774514793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-second-post-of-day.html' title='LOL! SECOND POST OF THE DAY!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-827201549422392312</id><published>2008-09-03T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:35:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama!</title><content type='html'>Had tuition in the morning and went to jam with Vishaal, Kenneth and Dingyan. I HAD THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE MAAAN! Vishaal and me wrote a harmony for Sweet Home Alabama, it was a genious production! Two dual harmonies in thirds. Damn nice la. Then we jammed alot of other songs, and we did the coolest jazz version of All My Loving by The Beatles. Vishaal's genious idea la! Can't wait to jam with them again, it just gives me an identity to my playing. So sad we won't get to jam with Vishaal in that ol' rock house with the bastard neighbour below, as well as playing with Shira. She's sooooooooooooooooooooooooo cuuuutee! I want a dog myself, but I probably won't be able to take care of it... Anyways, I just wanted to personally say to Vishaal, thanks for all that great times we had together as a band, we really would miss and we appreciate it man. Please feel free to inform us if you want in again, or just wanna jam again, we sure would love to! Lol, after that, it rained again, we made our way to mrt station the hardcore way man! LOL! When we went down, we saw this trolley. Hahahaha! And as all playful rockers think alike, I put my pedalboard inside and Kenneth put his bass and we used it as a cart. HAHAHA! Dingyan has a video, it's frickin' retarded! LOL! Then we had to run across the unsheltered parts. And we made our way to Simei MRT. I love you guys la, never fail to make me laugh. Lol, we made a joke about buying a project guitar and relic it on the mrt tracks LOL! I don't mind trying maan! Argh, have to do holiday homework sooner or later... Siaaaaaan! I haven't even printed the survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-827201549422392312?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/827201549422392312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=827201549422392312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/827201549422392312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/827201549422392312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-9205867630030470691</id><published>2008-09-02T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:32:11.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glo for youth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sooo bored, Kenneth sick, Dingyan sick. No one to go for Glo For Youth! gig with. But lucky got Kevin and Winfred. It was frickin' awesome man, the gig was like woodstock man, a green patch, with a stage. There were so many great rockin' bands, like The Fire Fight, Fire Away!, Samson, Jack and Rai, Saw Loser, I just couldn't miss them all. And I'm proud I didn't! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier before the gig, I went to Yamaha Plaza Sing and got me a pair of Tre Cool sticks! I got it, not because I like Tre Cool, he's good, but he's in the wrong band for me :P But nonetheless, it was the cheapest. :P Then, I tried an Orange AD30, then some Yamaha staff came and ask me, "How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thirteen"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?! You look like you just came out of Primary School. 18?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I did, I'm 13..."&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went for the gig in a rush. All the bands were tight. There was a Classic Rock band, who were really good, but the singer was extremely pitchy on all songs. What I can remember was they performed Slither by Velvet Revolver, Communication Breakdown/Bring me on home? by Led Zeppelin, All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, and Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin. Really good guitarist, he could shred and make my jaw drop open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another noticeable band was Saw Loser, extremely talented, it puts the 'unk' back in 'punk'! Ok, wtf was that? They rocked the house, sad it was their last gig. I think they're not breaking up, I hope not, they can go waaaaaaaay far. They already are, sometimes I dream to myself, I would wish to tour the world just like them. They were seriously awesome. Their songs were just, so international standard. Well done, in my opinion, the best band of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there is the lovable Jack and Rai, they play songs to the audience as if we were their old friends, and make you feel so warm, cozy and comfy that you feel like it. Well they are to me la... They were awesome, and thanks to Jack alot for mentioning my name and giving me a shoutout man, we love you lots after all. And I got them to sign my Tre Cool sticks since I forgot to bring my album! I'm gonna keep those sticks forever. See you guys next time, hope to jam soon! I want to gigigigigigggg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT! I just got news, Saw Loser is having an 'indefinite hiatus'! OH NO! THEY HAD CAME A LOOONG WAY! Why oh why? At least I got to see their last show... And guys at Feedback! can relate to you guys man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember guys, please make it to our first and last gig as the original awesome foursome known as 'Feedback!' It's on 20 September 7.30pm. Ultrasound, Playden @ the arts house, around old parliament house. &lt;strong&gt;$10&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;me only. &lt;/strong&gt;$14 at the door. Please do come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-9205867630030470691?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/9205867630030470691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=9205867630030470691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9205867630030470691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9205867630030470691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/glo-for-youth.html' title='Glo for youth!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1067135182937099041</id><published>2008-09-01T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:14:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super cool fact!</title><content type='html'>Hehehe, I found this out with my dad last night. My lovely Gibson Les Paul Studio Double Cut is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and it is made on &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 August 1997&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It was the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;103rd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;instrument stamped and made that day. Hehehe, I just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;serial numbers! ;D Later going for Glo For Youth!!! Sad Kenneth and Dingyan can't go, I'm going with Kevin and Winfred. Dang Allura not performing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1067135182937099041?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1067135182937099041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1067135182937099041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1067135182937099041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1067135182937099041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-cool-fact.html' title='Super cool fact!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2864498884797604827</id><published>2008-09-01T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:33:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOO!! x2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLUS! I'M GOING FOR GLO FOR YOUTH @ FORT CANNING PARK!!! BANDS: The Fire Fight; Saw Loser ; Jack and Rai from EIC; Flybar; Allura; Cardinal Avenue; Redeeming the Riot; 10 Minutes Late; Fire away, Samson!; Delorean!! WHO WANNA GO! IT'S GONNA ROCK! $15 MEET AT DHOBY GHAUT MRT! BE THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2864498884797604827?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2864498884797604827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2864498884797604827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2864498884797604827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2864498884797604827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/whooo-x2.html' title='WHOOO!! x2'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7781264472952769406</id><published>2008-09-01T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:17:01.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH YEAH MAN! MY DAD GOT ME A GIBSON LES PAUL DOUBLE CUT STUDIO!! IT ROCKS BABY! MUAHAHAHAAA! I'M GONNA RULE THE WORLD WITH IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note: I'm dissapointed to say, Feedback! is falling apart... The September 20 Ultrasound gig will be our first, and our last, together as the perfect fairy tale rock band... Vishaal will be leaving the band, due to commitments with his other rockin' band, Moonlit Paradise, do check them out, by the way... Kenneth, Dingyan and me are currently in the stickiest situation, of finding a second guitarist and a vocalist. Please do help us, and help yourself, if you have the talent of any of these two, is between 13 - 15 years old, male for vocalist, male or female for rhythm guitarist, love classic rock music, 80's rock, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Bon Jovi, Deep Purple, AC/DC, etc, give me a ring at 9068 1404 or msn me at waihuin (at) hotmail (dot) com. Please do contact me. We desperately need a vocalist and a second guitarist to kick ourselves up and running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7781264472952769406?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7781264472952769406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7781264472952769406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7781264472952769406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7781264472952769406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoooo.html' title='WHOOOO!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3180158049667147525</id><published>2008-08-30T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:43:16.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANAFIA! I am 18 minutes from being late. WHEW! You rock man, and as your b'day present, I let you steal my $12 ticket for about 15 minutes! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3180158049667147525?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3180158049667147525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3180158049667147525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3180158049667147525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3180158049667147525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-and-i-almost-forgot-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8327914559968195408</id><published>2008-08-30T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:38:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In Stores Now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOT JACK &amp;amp; RAI'S NEW ALBUM, "IN STORES NOW!" :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listened to it, it's super John Mayer-ish with a touch of Singapore. It's frickin' great. I recommend it to anyone who's looking for a good pop rock album. Dang, now "The Fa La La Song" is caught in my head! &lt;em&gt;"If you want to fa la la la la with me, then let's go, let's go, don't be another one just like the another one..." &lt;/em&gt;ROCKS MAN! JACK AND RAI ROCKS! I CAN'T WAIT TO GIG WITH THEM AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8327914559968195408?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8327914559968195408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8327914559968195408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8327914559968195408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8327914559968195408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-stores-now.html' title='&quot;In Stores Now!&quot;'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8934291821193180231</id><published>2008-08-29T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:23:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy teachers day!!</title><content type='html'>Today was teachers day! We had an ACES day workout in the morning. Then we had a teacher's day celebration. Sudden Revolt performed! Superb performance, I must say, much tighter than last time. I was supposed to shoot a video, then I realised I was right at the corner of the hall, and V Tan won't let me move... -.- So the video sucked, I only caught James and Rifat. Then after that, we got our result slips back. I got 3 A1's 1 A2, 2 B4s and 1 D7 (Yes, WTF) I dunno why I failed geog... Because of my previous rankings... Sucks man! Anyways, the whole gang load, of NAPS TKsians went to parkway with some CCHMS ppl. Buy present and ate at KFC. Then went back to NAPS. I talk to Mr. Goh and reunited with my good ol' pals. Felt like old times, with Darren and Lee Jiang. I still remember the good old times we used to have. After talking for a while, Mr. Goh had to go back. And all teachers will only go down at 1.30 pm. So to burn time, Darren, Lee Jiang, Brian, Vincent, Max, Joel, Kenneth, Andrew, and me went to play soccer at the Marine Terrace soccer court. Had alot of fun, really felt like old times at CHIJ field. I got smacked in the face by the ball from Max, LOL my face got smashed and so did my glasses. Went back and chatted with Miss Chiam for a while. Then I went back home to bathe and change. Was going to meet Kenneth at Dhoby Gaut to go guitar shopping. Just nice, when I was at City Hall MRT, I overheard a dude say. "I wanna go baybeats siot!" Then I remembered Dingyan our drummer wanted to go for baybeats. Then I ask him, since Kenneth and I were going around that area. Then just nice, when I reach Dhoby Gaut to sms him, he had just left Dhoby Gaut. LOL! Then we all met together at Dhoby Gaut and went to Sinamex! I was trying the Simon &amp;amp; Patrick, where the salesman from sinamex (who's like the most frickin' awesome ever!) asked me, "Are you trying it out to see whether you wanna buy it, or you just wanna know how it sounds?" I answered the latter just to see his reaction, I thought I was gonna piss him off. Then he went to the Taylors, and took out one 4k plus Taylor, and asked me to try it. IT WAS ORGASMIC MAN! Lol, plus, I met ShiChun at Sinamex, LOL! After that, we went to Citymusic, seriously, nothing much bout the Martins, I didn't like them. And the fact that Sinamex had ALL their guitars strung up with heavenly elixirs, while the martins in citymusic had really rusty strings, just proves what standards there should be in the market. After that, we went to citylink and couldn't find a place cheap to eat. Since Dingyan and Kenneth ran out of money. We ended up in Cafe Cartel, where I treated them to 12 pcs of Super Chic 'N wing zings. LOL, after that, we made it just in time to the Nokia Arena (new outdoor theatre) to catch Leeson. They were splendid! They had a british vintage vibe, loved it. Their songs were just, great. Then after that, we went to Powerhouse. Some Taiwan band Shine Shine Shine or something like that. Didn't like it, LOL! So we went to play at the booths. ;D We went to this Gibson booth. There was this indian dude who didn't know what the hell he was playing, and he tried every guitar there. I seriously had no idea what he was playing. Then there was another chair, where there were people pwning the indian dude. HAHAHA! Then I tried the Les Paul Standard. (I think?) Hahaha! So fun la! Then after that, we went to loiter around. We were waiting to see, FORCE VOMIT! It was awesome man! Awesome show, the crowd was the best la! MOSH MOSH MOSH CROWD SURF!! It's kinda emo, but how I wish next time when my band performs, our crowd will be as enthu. They had the greatest songs to move to man. Mid range, up beat punk ska, to down right power slow songs. Super super nice. Had the stage presence. It was awesome! I look at them and wonder whether if I am going to do that anytime soon... I went home after the performance. Super late already. I kept thinking about her... Well at least I don't feel as much pain anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8934291821193180231?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8934291821193180231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8934291821193180231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8934291821193180231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8934291821193180231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy teachers day!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6403987022551777303</id><published>2008-08-28T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:41:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they all played along to marching drums...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have just been enlightened... Okay maybe not, but it feels like it... I have learnt... Maybe I should just accept the fact. I am in love, and I can't force myself off... Since I already know, I would never be with her... I might as well just face it, face the music... It will all pass one day, and like they say, after the rain, there is always sunshine... Maybe I have to just stand through the rain, which I have learnt to appreciate... Maybe it's all for the experience... I can't force myself not to love her can I? It has been like that for the past few months which felt like forever... All I needed was someone to smack me in the face and tell me right smack... I thank you for that... I am glad to say, I am learning to accept my love for her. I can't do anything... Love isn't a bad thing is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more small italic words for me... I am proud for who I am, what I am. I am proud of my loves, my hates, and my beliefs. I don't need to be timid about anything, and nothing can change me, only I can. I am arrogant, ignorant and rude or kind and nice, you can say, but I am proud of it. This is me, myself and I. Nothing you can do to stop me. I don't need no small italic words no more... Maybe acceptance was the key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6403987022551777303?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6403987022551777303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6403987022551777303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6403987022551777303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6403987022551777303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-they-all-played-along-to-marching.html' title='And they all played along to marching drums...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4091239005012986069</id><published>2008-08-28T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:11:36.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, reign o'er me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When she talks to me, I just feel so... high, and happy... It gives me a sense of hope, or a second thought... What's happening? Is this the infamous, notorious, work of love? It just puts me into a state, just short sentences from her red lips directed at me make me smile... What can I do? This is bad... Love, reign o'er me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Sudden Revolt is performing for T'cher's day! So is Cikgu Karmin and Hanafia. As well as Erfi with his five friends... I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4091239005012986069?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4091239005012986069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4091239005012986069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4091239005012986069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4091239005012986069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-reign-oer-me.html' title='Love, reign o&apos;er me...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-138077811200384043</id><published>2008-08-26T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:38:53.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all these things are swept aside...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I look at my SL... I wonder, am I ever gonna be able to do that? Will I ever be able to be up to those standards... I hope I can be just as good as my SL... It deserves alot of respect to discipline a group of 14 - 16 playful people and shape them up into one bloody good section, it's seriously hard, and I keep looking out into the future, just imagining that sends chills down my spine. I just hope it goes smoothly... Why am I worried about the future, I should just enjoy myself when I can, maybe that little ramones song can be related... I don't wanna grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY... That seriously made me sound like MJ... But nobody wants to grow up... I wanna stay this free forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today had indoor. O Wen super fun la! He purposely put me in bells, cos he know I can't play bells, for life. Hehe, it's really hard! But I should try, I'm actually glad, I get to learn something new instead of always beats and rhythms. It expands my knowledge about percussive and as well as instrumental melodies, and can really come in handy for songwriting or performing with piano in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyday I keep thinking of forgetting her, everyday I keep falling... This is bad... When will this end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-138077811200384043?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/138077811200384043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=138077811200384043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/138077811200384043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/138077811200384043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-all-these-things-are-swept-aside.html' title='And all these things are swept aside...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3952626024293751626</id><published>2008-08-25T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:01:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New videeooo!</title><content type='html'>I uploaded a new video!!! Smoke On The Water Cover - Deep Purple. Watch, please commennnt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p13anLhy9W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p13anLhy9W4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why oh why do I keep smiling when I talk to her? Why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3952626024293751626?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3952626024293751626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3952626024293751626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3952626024293751626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3952626024293751626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-videeooo.html' title='New videeooo!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5194967644738224517</id><published>2008-08-24T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:00:09.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me close now, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway...</title><content type='html'>Today went to city link with Ananta, Nura and Heather only, to celebrate Ananta's birthday. Had a great time. We ate lunch at Macs, where crap alot la... We were going to watch Meet Dave after that, then Heather had to go for a swimming race which they actually rejected cos she was late... WTF! Anyways, we watched Meet Dave. Super funny show la! Damn good show, very funny... Then went home. Bored... Don't feel like posting. I already posted just now... Look below... I WANT JACK AND RAI'S NEW ALBUM "IN STORES NOW!" I was just at HMV they told me sold out. Good job guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why oh why? I just can't forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hold me close now, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway..." - Tiny Dancer - Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5194967644738224517?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5194967644738224517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5194967644738224517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5194967644738224517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5194967644738224517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/hold-me-close-now-tiny-dancer-count.html' title='Hold me close now, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1879177336536226898</id><published>2008-08-24T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:20:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Sometimes when I look at you, I can't believe you're mine..." A part of the message she sent... I don't wanna know who, but all I know is, I'm a frickin' idiot. I can't believe I actually thought I had a chance, even though the reminders I sent myself... Today, as she looked at the card and typed out the message, I couldn't help but look down and frown... I tried to hide it... Hopefully she didn't spot me... How could I be so dumb to fall for her, why oh why? She typed the whole lot off the card, i wonder who's the lucky guy... How I wish I could restart, all the way from the start, make sure none of this would've happened... Why oh why? She typed it off right infront of me, I could see everything, and all I could do was to pretend I didn't know anything, as if I was dumb, deaf and numb... I think I'm going mad... Why can't I just forget her, is it because she looks beautiful? Is it because of her funny personality? Why oh why? Why can't I just... Give up! I have no chance, she is already with someone, why can't I face the truth? Do I have the balls to do that? Maybe not... Why did this all happen? Is it retribution? Is it karma? Is it wrong to love? Maybe the saying is right, to be loved is more of a blessing than to love... What did I do wrong to deserve this? All I can do now is to stare, and just watch as she unknowingly shatters my feelings... Why oh why? Maybe she is happy that way, but why can't I just face it? We should be happy for the ones we love and support them in every way... I know, she is a happy person, I'm glad for that, but why oh why can't I just forget it, I don't have a chance, but why do I still subconsiously think I do? What's wrong with me? WHY? Love sucks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1879177336536226898?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1879177336536226898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1879177336536226898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1879177336536226898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1879177336536226898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/believe-in-love.html' title='Believe in love...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3331883476310750851</id><published>2008-08-24T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:42:29.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworrks!</title><content type='html'>Today and yesterday, we performed for the Singapore Fireworks Festival. Today we bought the multi glow light thingy! Super cool la!!!! But I spoiled mine by chewing too hard, now it turns on and off if I touch it lol! Today super screwed. When marching in that time, I forgot to spin, then I spin half a count late, hit Habib's toms and drop stick. Lol. Damn jialat. So sian, I don't feel like posting... But I'll post anyways. Oh and Macdonalds Service SUCKS! I just ordered a MacSpicy with no lettuce, but they gave me with lettuce plus, the meat is cold. Gross man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I won't have a chance... I just don't know how to forget about her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later as in late morning, Nura, Heather, Ananta, Nadia, BG and me are going out. And as of 41 minutes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANANTA!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I suddenly fell in love with the song tiny dancer, because of the Almost Famous trailer... Just love the song la, it's by Elton John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3331883476310750851?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3331883476310750851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3331883476310750851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3331883476310750851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3331883476310750851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworrks.html' title='Fireworrks!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7384741767038056879</id><published>2008-08-21T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:01:46.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm forgetting her...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Facts are facts, I have no chance. It seems as if it's wiping off my face. Maybe I can forget her? Then again... I might just be wrong... I know I have no chance. Maybe she already clear and I'm beginning to notice it... Maybe... I dunno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I seriously, seriously, wanna watch Almost Famous. It's like the world's most touching show. And it just shows the true face of rock and roll, all the truths about travellin' in a band. Sex, girls, booze, drugs, and more... I really wanna watch it. Maybe I can watch it with Feedback! Lol that would be hard... Watch the trailer, one of the most touching shows... Worth 2 and half minutes of your life. Just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qk0XnyrENrE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qk0XnyrENrE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7384741767038056879?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7384741767038056879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7384741767038056879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7384741767038056879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7384741767038056879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7022482076482890389</id><published>2008-08-20T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:49:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>Hello, today I'm going to rant about a certain someone. It's gonna be harsh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being such a fag. So what if you got rejected? Doesn't mean everyone that revolves around you has to feel the same way. Call me what you want, you're just being an asshole to everyone. Why should I care? Call me a flirt, attention seeker, sly, call me anything you want. Cos everyone knows, the jokes on you boy. Yes, you. I never ever asked you to interfere with my issues, what you gonna do? Interfere? Stop being a gay ass shit and move over. Doesn't mean that I get attention, and you lack it, means I'm an attention seeker. It just proves one thing, I have a frickin' life outside oogling at the girl I like, playing phone games and pissing other people off. That's your life idiot, can I even call it a life? Go get some coke, and make some friends around you. Stop critisizing others because of your own mistake. Your own rejection. So what if I talk to girls? And you don't? That makes me a flirt? Is that so? I wonder how you are going to live your life as a man. So what if she rejected you? Does everyone have to face the same fate? Do I have to suffer the same fate as you? No, I know I don't have a chance, neither would I persue the matter. Stop being an obsessive pain in the ass, go make friends with her, if you can't have her. Isn't that how it's supposed to be like? Or are you too oblivious in your own world thinking that you still have a chance going the way you are. Let me tell you, NO WAY. You think I'm sly, and deceptive, well I take it as a judgement. But, let me tell you, I have no sly intentions nor do I have any bad intentions on Ryan, he's my friend. Why would I take him for granted and disturb him. How can you say that I am torturing his feelings, when I have no intentions of doing so. You're the one who is thinking slyly and making accusations and or impressions of me. I won't take shit from my friends. I'll just hit you back with a pile of shit smellier and bigger. Don't ever dare crap with me. Cos I am capable of crapping waaaaay much more. And I would just do so to irritate the fuck outta you but I don't. But now, you're beginning to irritate the hell outta me, and I will just tell you this. UP YOURS ..!., Eff off and stop being a pathetic loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that helped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7022482076482890389?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7022482076482890389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7022482076482890389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7022482076482890389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7022482076482890389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8466224120396616263</id><published>2008-08-19T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:06:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh oh oh... Isn't she the girl with no name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYQDkcnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wnOj8vy021E/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227731328627314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYQDkcnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wnOj8vy021E/s200/Feedback_Members+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PICTURE OF THE DAY: KENNETH - PWNED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, my results, not very appealing to the eye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths - 44.5/50&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - 33/50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take Science, Geog and Lit. WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, care for some of Feedback's pics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQygK0GCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EBR4PAyJue8/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227082818951202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQygK0GCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EBR4PAyJue8/s200/Feedback_Members+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a mic. Not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQy36bFmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a8CitN3hWn4/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227089192654434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQy36bFmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a8CitN3hWn4/s200/Feedback_Members+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishaal - Lead Vocals, Lead guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYeKHsRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-HHIsv9LEBQ/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227735114199314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYeKHsRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-HHIsv9LEBQ/s200/Feedback_Members+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishaal - Lead vocals, Lead guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRIXICxcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v8wL2VkFJjU/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227458348533186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRIXICxcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v8wL2VkFJjU/s200/Feedback_Members+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WH - Lead guitar, Vocals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQyX6T6CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LrtZ1B57I2o/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227080602249250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQyX6T6CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LrtZ1B57I2o/s200/Feedback_Members+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WH - Lead guitar, Vocals (Awesome shot by dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRISdRBFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xMhCNDohof8/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227457095369810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRISdRBFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xMhCNDohof8/s200/Feedback_Members+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WH - Lead guitar, Vocals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQyi3rT1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/JgAmCus4-50/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227083543990098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrQyi3rT1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/JgAmCus4-50/s200/Feedback_Members+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth - Bass, Vocals, Band manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRIlRJl2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/3tk4gCxLF1Q/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227462144825186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRIlRJl2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/3tk4gCxLF1Q/s200/Feedback_Members+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth - Bass, Vocals, Band manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRIlSLZnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ErIpFG3j4Qg/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227462149138034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRIlSLZnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ErIpFG3j4Qg/s200/Feedback_Members+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dingyan - Drums, Percussion (Hehehe I take the shot, not bad right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYXDVNNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Htce8p8RTmc/s1600-h/Feedback_Members+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227733206676690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYXDVNNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Htce8p8RTmc/s200/Feedback_Members+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dingyan - Drums, Percussion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8466224120396616263?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8466224120396616263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8466224120396616263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8466224120396616263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8466224120396616263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-oh-oh-isnt-she-girl-with-no-name.html' title='Oh oh oh... Isn&apos;t she the girl with no name...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SKrRYQDkcnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wnOj8vy021E/s72-c/Feedback_Members+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7086894761810105366</id><published>2008-08-16T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:08:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going crazy... crazy...</title><content type='html'>This is so what the eff man. Hajar and Hakim are not confirm in percussion. C'mon, WTH? They are the potential ones la! -.- Damn what la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick for the past few days. It sucks man! I missed like 3 common tests! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith is rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the Ultrasound gig! It's our first gig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7086894761810105366?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7086894761810105366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7086894761810105366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7086894761810105366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7086894761810105366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-crazy-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m going crazy... crazy...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4326677380806071912</id><published>2008-08-15T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:18:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoooke! On the water!</title><content type='html'>Common tests are over baby! I skipped 3 anyways, being sick sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWS INTERUPTION: SINGAPORE WON THE TABLE TENNIS SEMI-FINALS, SCORING A SILVER MEDAL, AT LEAST!!! WHOOOOOO!!!! GO SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, I'm so glad man! Anyways, that's great news #1. Great news #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEEDBACK! WILL BE PLAYING AT PLAYDEN IN THE ARTS HOUSE, ON 20 SEPTEMBER, 7.30 PM!!! PRESALE TICKETS ARE $12 (MUST GRAB QUICK) AND TICKETS AT THE DOOR ARE $14!!! PLEASE DO COME OVER TO WATCH FEEDBACK! AND SEVERAL OTHER BANDS!!! IT'S FROM 12 PM - 10.30 PM, CONTACT US FOR PRESALE TICKETS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WH: 9068 1404 / waihuin (at) hotmail (dot) com or Kenneth: re_unknown (at) yahoo (dot) com (dot) sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4326677380806071912?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4326677380806071912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4326677380806071912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4326677380806071912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4326677380806071912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/smoooke-on-water.html' title='Smoooke! On the water!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4350280214669089473</id><published>2008-08-12T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:55:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>TOMORROW HISTORY TEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY MOTHER ONLY HAS 2 BUCKS LEFT IN HER WALLET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HOPE I DON'T FAIL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED TO PROCESS MY FILLLM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED A HELL LOAD OF 120 FORMAT FILM!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4350280214669089473?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4350280214669089473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4350280214669089473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4350280214669089473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4350280214669089473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3779576046989205881</id><published>2008-08-10T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:27:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote a song...</title><content type='html'>Hehehe, today I wrote a song. It's called "The girl with no name. (Hello, hello)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what the hell the name means, neither do I know, it just came to me. It's quite hendrix influenced, especially the guitar line. Have yet to frame it up properly. Can't wait to record it! It's much easier than the other composition with all the horns and stuff. Now it's just back to the basics. ;D Well that's pretty much all, just pretty hyped up bout the song. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3779576046989205881?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3779576046989205881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3779576046989205881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3779576046989205881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3779576046989205881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wrote-song.html' title='I wrote a song...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1445484526708634205</id><published>2008-08-10T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:07:59.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH AND, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, SINGAPORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (by 7 mins!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1445484526708634205?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1445484526708634205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1445484526708634205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1445484526708634205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1445484526708634205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh.html' title='OH!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1328570024464443640</id><published>2008-08-09T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:29:07.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holga 120 CFN!! WHEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got my Holga 120 CFN Lomo cam yesterday!!! BEEN HAVING FUN MAAAAN! I took alr like 2 rolls of film my god, so ex! I have yet to develop it! Can't wait for the results!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBERT!!!!!!!!!! ;DDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1328570024464443640?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1328570024464443640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1328570024464443640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1328570024464443640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1328570024464443640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/holga-120-cfn-wheee.html' title='Holga 120 CFN!! WHEEE!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8145659770814840792</id><published>2008-08-08T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:39:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>I decided not to post the vid! LOL! Cos Victor kept on blabbering shit about Kamarul keep fan on the wrong time, and something bout his Singapore flag. And at one point I said until very loud, "JJ, wrong leg" which can be heard very loud so I'd rather not post it... -.-'' Sorry! Ask Harith to post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8145659770814840792?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8145659770814840792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8145659770814840792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8145659770814840792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8145659770814840792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2806036807438211271</id><published>2008-08-08T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:17:42.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's buying a stairway to heaven...</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATION!! WooooooOOOOT!!! I was so super duper hyper at first, kept screaming. Then I became tired LOL! Wah, today the band played Majulah Singapura, not very pleasant to the years though... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN TK BAND WENT TO PERFORRRM!! WOOOT! I shot like a few pics, and the a vid of the whole repetoire! Will post up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had a test. Science test. LOL I screwed up one question, didn't know whatever the hell is transition elements, I thought it was elements on the dividing staircase line. So I put Aluminium and Silicon. LOL WTF! After that, went to have lunch with Wei Cheng, Ryan and Marc at Macs! Then I went hooooome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly in love with this drummer, his name is Cobus. I hate him, he makes me feel like quitting drums luh! Super damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apyaaXw0Eck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apyaaXw0Eck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it started - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zWdLYybMT1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zWdLYybMT1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounds awesome! He's like my idol! I want my own acoustic drum kit sial! LOL! Feel so super greedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'm gonna collect my Holga 120CFN! YAAAAYYY!!!! Can't wait man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2806036807438211271?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2806036807438211271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2806036807438211271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2806036807438211271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2806036807438211271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-shes-buying-stairway-to-heaven.html' title='And she&apos;s buying a stairway to heaven...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3449182816229408882</id><published>2008-08-06T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:27:22.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow submarine...</title><content type='html'>LOL, I drank coke today, while listening to The Beatles, that's gonna end up one hell of a trip. But it was frickin' cool, I felt so happy and high, LOL, I started walking like not proper then i started prancing around, LOL la, feels great, after KL. Then I was listening to Yellow Submarine by The Beatles, it was damn cool. I was walking on a field beside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skies of blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sea of green,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the yellow submarine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that, too high to remember. Then, I look up, blue sky. Look down, green grass. I look forward, a yellow truck. That's damn cool la, kinda creepy, but damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that's all. kthnxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3449182816229408882?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3449182816229408882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3449182816229408882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3449182816229408882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3449182816229408882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellow-submarine.html' title='Yellow submarine...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3215019511652117790</id><published>2008-08-05T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:29:27.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver like a shiny 50 cent coin...</title><content type='html'>We are back from KL!!! Whooooo!!! I had SO MUCH fun with PERCUSSIOOON!!!! Percussion rocks la, it just rocks! Anyways, I was sleeping with Leslie! Quite glad, didn't want to sleep with other section one. On the first day, we took the bus there, super long journey laa! I fell asleep like a few times. Then we all talk cock everything la, damn fun. When we reached, we ate lunch and rested. And of course, being in percussion, everyone gathered, in Leslie and my room. We all play cards, eat, talk cock, had muuuch fun! Then everyone went back, then we changed into uniform and went to a street parade. We were daaaamn late, the bus never come. Then percussion went to the outside of the hotel to revise solo 'm' and parade solo. Then ate dinner there. The buses were so late, they sent street police escorts to escort us to the parade. So damn cool la! We march la, then play a few songs, including Belphegore and parade solo.  Went back at like 1 o clock. We were given cup noodles. Leslie and me went back to the room and bathed, watch abit of tv, eat cup noodles. Then went to sleep... We were planning to wake at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, OH CRAP! OVERSLEPT!!!! We were so late, kalang kabut. Change everything, then rush down... Lucky they didn't leave without us! We rushed up the bus, and miss Razie gave me muffins and a bread for quick breakfast. I couldn't even finish it. Then we came to Stadium Merdeka. Try out on the stadium, only had 30 mins to do so. The stadium was like... the platforms were damn uneven la. Like trying to march on a boat like that. Then we full run through twice. Then we went to Victoria Institution to use their field and practice. Wah, was feeling damn unwell. It was so damn hot la! After like 2 hours of practicing, we went back to the hotel to have lunch and rest. Then percussion came to Leslie and my room to party again. Had damn lot of fun la! After all the partying, Leslie and me went to sleep. Woke up, I nearly overslept, only had 10 mins to change everything. Then we rushed down. And went for the preliminary round at stadium merdeka. There were so many bands. I did my very best, and seriously, I think that was my best performance. The only mistake I made was wrong leg at one part. After our performance, we went to sit and watch. The rest of the bands were all like DCI... We were the only one who mark time, spin and all... We chatted and had some fun la. Then results came out. We had bronze at 76.9 points. I cried abit... Then was fine later... Went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, woke up, and had breakfast with percussion, after that, we went to get instruments. We went to Victoria Instituition to practice again. We also touched up on our music, cos our music sucked, but our formations were damn good. After that, we went back to the hotel to eat lunch and went to rest. This time we went to Damien and Joel's room to play. Daaaaaamnn fun! After that, we headed back to rest, and set off to stadium merdeka. It was such a touching night. When Yuggy gave his little speech, I started to tear, then when I looked at the other sec 4s, I started crying, I'll miss them so much! I just want to make a special wishing to Yughan, Erfi and Kamarul, I will miss you guys so much, you guys have been the most fun people on earth, I love you guys, all the best for your futures, don't worry bout us, we're gonna get our glory back. And after that, we went to rock the fuck out of people from KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up alot, wrong leg twice, my ampulet ripped out, my dressing sucked so bad. I felt so guilty... So many people cried, tried to comfort them. But after that, the atmosphere lightened up... We played so many games while waiting for the results. So fun sial! After that, we gotten ready for the results. I was getting ready for the worst. At first they didn't mention our band in the certificate of bronze awards, my heart sank, what if we got COP, but later when they mentioned us in the certificate of bronze awards. I was so happy, I nearly cried! Bong and Mr Siao went around cheering us on, it felt great, so great. Although we didn't get our target, I was so happy, we at least got recognised, silver, world class standard. I felt so happy. After the thing closed we took so many pictures, we played Belphegore, Sway, Parade solo, Solo m, '06 repetoire, we took pics with the other bands.  SO FUUN!!! The atmosphere was so up. I miss that moment most, felt so united. Then we went back. After coming back, we went to O Wen's room to party and hang out, had fun and got caught by Miss Razie, then right after that, we went to Ying Zheng and Habib's room to party, and got caught by Miss Tan, Slept at like 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we woke up and had sectional breakfast in the morning, I had such a bad soar throat... After that, we went on our buses back to Singapore! I got sick... But it was definitely worth it. If I could, I would relive the whole experience again. Though there were ups and downs, I definitely missed the moments. I feel lucky to be in TK Band. TK Band is my drive, my motivation. I wish I could stay here forever, with TK Band. TK Band makes me feel proud, it is my pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoneh Pakukeh!&lt;br /&gt;TK Band Okay kay!&lt;br /&gt;Anoneh!&lt;br /&gt;Pakukeh!&lt;br /&gt;TK TK OK!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3215019511652117790?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3215019511652117790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3215019511652117790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3215019511652117790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3215019511652117790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/08/silver-like-shiny-50-cent-coin.html' title='Silver like a shiny 50 cent coin...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8782098649521910557</id><published>2008-07-30T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:12:47.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ho! Lets go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She imagines me as if I'm invisible. She says goodbye to everyone around me, except me... This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8782098649521910557?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8782098649521910557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8782098649521910557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8782098649521910557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8782098649521910557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-ho.html' title='Hey ho! Lets go!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5496270600612222230</id><published>2008-07-28T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:31:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to break free...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What wrong have I done to her? Why does she ignore me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more practice to KLWMBC... 1 more practice, till all the sec 4s step down. I would like to thank the sec 4s for helping out so much. Some special thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yughan - For all the laughs, happiness, the advice, managing the band, everything... You were great!&lt;br /&gt;Erfi - Thanks for all the laughs and everything, you make life one step better... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kamarul - For teaching me all my basic drills, cheering me on, and the laughs too!&lt;br /&gt;Firza - For handling the band, not giving up, and always cheering us on!&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin - For supporting the band, and coming for almost all practices even though you're not going to KL&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice - LOL, for wisthanding all the crap that we do with Wei Cheng and you, hehe DAMN FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired and lazy to name all, but to all sec 4s, I'm sure the band and I really appreciate all your help!&lt;br /&gt;As of this post, there is 3 days, 8 hours, 44 minutes, and 45 seconds, from the day. I just can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5496270600612222230?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5496270600612222230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5496270600612222230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5496270600612222230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5496270600612222230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-break-free.html' title='I want to break free...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6961860086724415362</id><published>2008-07-27T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:16:45.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the stories I've told...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know she's ignoring me, but I'm used to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was homecoming!!! We did like 2 run thrus for the alumni, and the parents. Reflectioonnsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumni run thru was ok for me, I nearly perfected it, just that I made three mistakes, forgetting to mark time at one part, saberguard dropped, wrong leg at last part... Haiiiiisss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent run thru was so shitty, I don't even wanna talk about it. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6961860086724415362?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6961860086724415362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6961860086724415362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6961860086724415362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6961860086724415362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-stories-ive-told.html' title='And the stories I&apos;ve told...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3436436223220866085</id><published>2008-07-23T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:00:53.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEDBACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FEEDBACK HAS BEEN FEATURED ON FRONT PAGE OF &lt;a href="http://www.soft.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.soft.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;!!!!! GO CHECK IT OOOUUUTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I had band sectionals. I screwed up so much, so much I felt like swinging my head, but just as about to do so, remembered cannot fidget. Somehow my body won't listen to my brains commands. Hopefully I can improve. Combine SUCKED!!! Never get to play music la!!!!! Recently been quite stressed up, and a little bit down. But I know I am already lucky to have so many great loved ones and those who care for me, I cannot let them down. The easiest way to thank them is just to put a smile on your face sincerely, and be happy, it's hard, but I've been trying to do that, and I guess I am pretty happy, no matter how down I am. I hope that's a good point... hope... I can't wait to jam, it fills my life with motivation, music is magical, inspirational, it is my life, my ambition, the challenge of my life. Without music, the world, will be a big black hole. Without music, I have no motivation to live. Music fuels my engine, it calms me down but at the same time, boosting me to my highest points and limits and striving it further. Music is my love, my entity, my expressions, my ups and downs, music is my everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling it is magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3436436223220866085?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3436436223220866085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3436436223220866085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3436436223220866085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3436436223220866085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/feedback.html' title='FEEDBACK!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-164978901709055231</id><published>2008-07-23T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:38:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw her standing there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I too freaky for you? Why can't we just be friends? Friends, just friends, is that not even possible? Am I asking for too much? For you to be my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-164978901709055231?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/164978901709055231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=164978901709055231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/164978901709055231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/164978901709055231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-saw-her-standing-there.html' title='I saw her standing there...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-123338888197022572</id><published>2008-07-22T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:27:05.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF FAIZAH IS READING THIS, I KNOW MY SONGS ROCK! :DDDDDDDDD TAG ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-123338888197022572?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/123338888197022572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=123338888197022572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/123338888197022572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/123338888197022572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-and.html' title='Oh, and...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4975911228780042555</id><published>2008-07-22T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:55:55.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's running wild...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since it bothers you so much, at least tell me, not like I'm gonna eat you or anything. I'm no monster either... I know my barriers, and I know what and what not to do, don't treat me like I'm a weirdo to you and not to anyone else... That's just being really really stupid and insecure, from now on, I'll just let the matter about you to rest... Happy now? P.S. The fact that you had to ask someone to tell me that, shows pretty much how much I am to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4975911228780042555?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4975911228780042555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4975911228780042555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4975911228780042555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4975911228780042555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-running-wild.html' title='She&apos;s running wild...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-519071403829597448</id><published>2008-07-21T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:57:00.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Links are up!!</title><content type='html'>Links are up!! Those are the people I really bothered to put, yes I am very bored, and lazy. Tag me with your link if you want me to link you up. Gotta go brush ma teeth :B Buuh bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-519071403829597448?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/519071403829597448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=519071403829597448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/519071403829597448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/519071403829597448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/links-are-up.html' title='Links are up!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1841002408792635865</id><published>2008-07-20T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:25:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need something to slow me down!</title><content type='html'>Feeling pretty confused now... Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GONNA GET ME A HOLGA 120CFN MAN WOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of sheer boredom, I'm gonna start on the links section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1841002408792635865?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1841002408792635865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1841002408792635865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1841002408792635865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1841002408792635865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-something-to-slow-me-down.html' title='I need something to slow me down!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1473818791204513623</id><published>2008-07-20T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:15:22.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well she's walking...</title><content type='html'>Today had band! Wheeee! Nothing much happened. We learnt to do forming up. Nothing much really happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader told me I was doing fine, and must keep it up. I though I could've flew onto cloud 9 by then... But I cannot and will not let that get into my head, I just have to keep on improving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback! has just written the base of their first original... No name yet, gonna record it soon! Well hopefully by the end of this year we would at least do one gig as a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band my dad and me headed down to parkway parade. We ate Swensens which later I saw O Wen and Erfi plus the two alumni WHICH I AGAIN FORGOT TO GET THEIR NAMES... ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went home. I chatted with people. Pretty bored. :P Anyways that song that we wrote, the lyrics, were written by our dear bassist Kenneth, good job man! Somehow, I can really relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1473818791204513623?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1473818791204513623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1473818791204513623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1473818791204513623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1473818791204513623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-shes-walking.html' title='Well she&apos;s walking...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2172665681785003752</id><published>2008-07-18T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:07:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAM JAM JAM BUTTTEEER!</title><content type='html'>Today was great! I went to Vishaal's place to jam with Dingyan and Vishaal. It was... utterly... AWESOME! Everyone could play the songs, we even jammed other songs that weren't in the song list. It was SOOOO extremely fun! WE NEED KENNETH!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great, just wanted to tell Dingyan, we are most proud to have you as a drummer, more importantly I feel lucky to have a child prodigy drummer! ;D We jammed so many songs, that I couldn't even remember. It was so surreal, the chemistry and stuff. Dingyan even brought timpani mallets to roll on cymbals. That was great man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Vishaal and his sis had to go to the airport to fetch their mother. I wish her the best for her trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a really STUPID story.&lt;br /&gt;Dingyan and me were walking in the place, then suddenly this old normal sized, not skinny woman ran towards us. Translated into english: "Xiao Didi (boy), do you have ten dollars? I need to buy something to eat 'cos I didn't eat for many days and I have not enough money." Dingyan didn't have cash, then she was like, "$5 can?" But he seriously had no money. Then she ask me... I open my wallet, I wanted to give her $2 and run off, but she already saw my ten dollars. So in the end I had to give, or else sure kena pestered. Shit maaan! That was so dumb! She can act seh, but the fact that she's so not skinny and was able to run accross the road, showed that she wasn't on the verge of dying of starvation. These are scammers, idiots, hags, bastards... BEWARE! Stupid woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus home, I chatted with Dingyan about lotsa stuff, he's a pretty cool guy. Can't wait to jam again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2172665681785003752?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2172665681785003752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2172665681785003752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2172665681785003752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2172665681785003752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/jam-jam-jam-buttteeer.html' title='JAM JAM JAM BUTTTEEER!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2813870194451794908</id><published>2008-07-16T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:37:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 4 chord punk rock song in the woooorld!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Long time no update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a gig with Hajar and Rashidah, it was rooockin'! The first few bands were ok, except for one, death metal, black metal whatever you call it, sounded like satan taking a crap and having an orgasm at the same time... I was camera man! Hajar saw TKSS drama infusion teacher there also! Cool seh, tcher at a rock gig! There were like moshers, making a fool outta themselves anyways. And the people had like piercings everywhere, was pretty freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One band that caught my attention was For This Cycle, that's the name if I'm not wrong. It's a solo acoustic guitarist named Wei Wen. He was great. The most professional, musical, talented and basically the best performer in the whole gig. He sings like John Mayer, and plays guitar too! He's awesome, and a coincidence, old pal from Junior Jams is managing him, Jerald. That was one great show, for a fifteen year old. I'll upload the vids when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught SuddenRevolt too!!! I hung out with 'em. We went to get ice cream, then like just walked around. Then we came back to catch a few other bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Sudden Revolt + Hajar + Rashidah + me, went to macs to tapau dinner. It's so fun to hang with them, their always up to something. Rifat took out his acoustic guitar and played on the streets of Singapore City, and I decided to join too ;D And they always had the jokes that made people laugh. Rifat, O Wen, ZJ, and James are the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Arts House and sat at the grass part to eat, it was great. Then they rocked the house. Great song choice, but for the wrong gig. Lol Rifat told lamest jokes in the world. Had a great time guys! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LEARNT THE WORLDS EASIEST 4 CHORD PUNK SONG, THE BEST ONE TOO, IN MY RECORD TIME, 2 MINS!! ;DDD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a 4 minute song hehehehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE THE SONG MAN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6nwTZPgoHM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6nwTZPgoHM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2813870194451794908?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2813870194451794908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2813870194451794908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2813870194451794908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2813870194451794908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-4-chord-punk-rock-song-in-woooorld.html' title='Best 4 chord punk rock song in the woooorld!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4333281023972827689</id><published>2008-07-13T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:42:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoink faaace!</title><content type='html'>LOL! Today was so FUN FUN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for section brunch. IT WAS SO FUNNY! Hajar couldn't stop laughing, Damien was being the funny chicken little he always was and the rest were cool. We laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band prac was great. I felt that I improved alot more this time, well I have yet to see the video. But it motivates me more now, I just feel that I can do more now. Maybe I just needed some rest and cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I'M GOING TO ULTRASOUND GIG! WHOO! RIFAT, JAMES, O WEN, ZHENG JIA AND BRYAN ARE PERFORMING! I'm the camera maaan! GOOD LUCK GUYS, CAN'T WAIT TO WATCH YA'LL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to post long, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4333281023972827689?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4333281023972827689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4333281023972827689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4333281023972827689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4333281023972827689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/stoink-faaace.html' title='Stoink faaace!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5260877114734034079</id><published>2008-07-11T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:41:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSS!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST LEARNT THE WHOLE HOTEL CALIFORNIA LIVE ACOUSTIC SOLO!!! ;DDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5260877114734034079?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5260877114734034079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5260877114734034079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5260877114734034079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5260877114734034079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesss.html' title='YESSS!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3311482964237892779</id><published>2008-07-10T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:04:55.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune...</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the worst days of my life. And the most emotionally draining band practice ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was tested by my SL, it was the ultimate test that I would totally screw up. I knew I had little chance, without the band's support, I knew I would never do as well as on the field, which was already isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up the whole thing. Everything. I was nothing without the band. I got shouted at, and really really discouraged. I could feel the big ball move against the skin of my neck as I swallowed after every shouting. Each time feeling more hurtful. I knew I was going to be replaced. I wanted to break down, and just give up. But something in me stopped me, as if I had a chance. I knew I had to at least finish the 'test' and put all I have in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best, but nothing seemed to work without the band. I had a sense of doom in me. All I could do was face the sky, and admire it's blue. Everything seemed so senseless. I needed the band. The importance of fellow bandmates, is extremely important, and I was being spoonfed by them, without them, I will die on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best, and I sure did fail my expectations, let alone my SL's. What's done has been done, but I somehow sense a sense of sorrow in me. I shouted alot during the last 30 mins of band prac, just to try to force it out, trying to encourage myself, it doesn't work anymore, I knew that was my last chance. Not even a can of coke could've cheered me up, it tasted really bland. What a waste of $1.20. Everything seemed abnormal. Empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, it's for the best of TK band. And I'm not gonna be a selfish bastard, I have to keep striving on, no matter what position in the band I'm in, I'd always give my best. For the love of TK band... I wish the best of TK band, and I would love to thank Percussion and Alumni for cheering me on, for giving me an aim that I still failed to reach. I could feel it in my head, but it just dropped down away. How I wish I had another chance... But I know I will pull the band down, so I have to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still goes on... Though it may feel like the end of the world, but it's not. Continue to laugh, smile, and have a good time, although you didn't play for your band, at least you had the experience... The laughs, the headaches, scoldings, shoutings, outings, everything, was worth it. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune..." - Deep Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3311482964237892779?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3311482964237892779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3311482964237892779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3311482964237892779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3311482964237892779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-ill-always-be-soldier-of.html' title='I guess I&apos;ll always be a soldier of fortune...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-194516349539527884</id><published>2008-07-07T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:01:49.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New stuff on blog!</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I will be adding some stuff or I have already added on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;1. New picture&lt;br /&gt;2. Wishlist&lt;br /&gt;3. Updated profile&lt;br /&gt;4. Music player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be adding a links section soon, stay tuned! Check out my cool new player sial, damn nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-194516349539527884?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/194516349539527884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=194516349539527884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/194516349539527884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/194516349539527884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-stuff-on-blog.html' title='New stuff on blog!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6119746743680443082</id><published>2008-07-05T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:03:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVEN TOUGHER!</title><content type='html'>Today was an even tougher day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to macs for sectional Brunch (breakfast + lunch). Was fun as usual, being in percussion. After that we went back to school. Counted 6 times Damien pulled my frickin' pants down, he no life la like p6 boy like that. Then he kept on saying that I like Sharon... Everyone thinks I like Sharon, all I can say is... WTF?! They told me I will get replaced if I don't improve... That was the start of a horrible band prac... for once... Right after they told me that, I started to get a massive headache, and abit of giddiness, and the bloody thing lasted the whole band prac. I was so worried when alumni leader came about, cos I got shouted at during one formation, because I was extremely out, got abit puzzled cos I was following my marker. I was so afraid he'd told me to get out of the block, but luckily, that was just my genetic paranoia. He was actually very nice to me, like as usual, felt relieved. But still, he told me they found a replacement, if I didn't improve, they'd replace me. Lucky I lasted the whole day without collapsing. Well I'm not weak, just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Band whole day&lt;br /&gt;Monday: School&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School + Band&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: School + 2.4km run&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School + Band&lt;br /&gt;Friday: School + 2.4km run&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Band half day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that pretty much wears me out alot. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just worried... That phone call could be her first with me, and her last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm pretty tired now, I need to play some guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6119746743680443082?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6119746743680443082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6119746743680443082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6119746743680443082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6119746743680443082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-tougher.html' title='EVEN TOUGHER!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1438874769621910153</id><published>2008-07-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:50:24.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with you? 3 weeks, you can't even spin with the bloody drum. It's not an excuse to suck, you are a musician, do it. The day is coming, 1 more month, still fooling around? Get your stickwork down properly. You have to brace yourself, you can't even play the repetoire plus the steps. Do you deserve a spot in the block? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let her distract you, these kind of things never distract you. What was that phone call all about... You haven't talked on the phone with a girl for that long for a very long time... Don't fall into those clutches again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOCUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, I guess I had a emotional roller coaster ride today... Love, hate, friends, girls, drills, drums, guitars, coke, and music, note to self: DON'T LET THEM CROSS. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nonetheless, chatting with her was the better part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1438874769621910153?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1438874769621910153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1438874769621910153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1438874769621910153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1438874769621910153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/tough.html' title='Tough...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2901274654526309304</id><published>2008-07-01T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:17.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYBASH!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Today had band! But it was extremely slack, we were in studio until like 4.30. We went to the field at like 5 and practiced until 6.30 only, was so not tiring. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we pre-bash bashed O Wen, spray water all over him, SOOOO FUN SIAL! ;DD He had to change like twice! ;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Parkway Parade KFC. So sway, I ate KFC for lunch then come KFC for dinner again. I ended up paying for half the whole cake, lorrr! But it was worth it! I gave him a cap from Germany, I HOPE HE LIKES IT! ;D At KFC, Rifat was daaaaaaaaamn funny, hes damn nice too la Rifat. He made damn funny jokes, couldn't say anything la, just keep on laughing... Heh, PERCUSSION GUYS ARE FUN!!!! I love this section la! After that, we went to the opposite parkway playground and like cut cake, we in the end just smashed the whole cake in his face. SOOO FUN!!! Got cake fight, everyone smash everyone! Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpIchmSlHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0fBsPClG8I/s1600-h/O-Wen-CAKE!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218062773154649202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpIchmSlHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0fBsPClG8I/s400/O-Wen-CAKE!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Wen and his cake, + Rifat holding it for him. Looks damn wrong ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpI31u4c1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eMleweeyB3A/s1600-h/O-Wen-CUTCAKE!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063242415862610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpI31u4c1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/eMleweeyB3A/s400/O-Wen-CUTCAKE!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut caaaaaaaaake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpJPdygJRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Leo3VhvfXzA/s1600-h/RifatOWENSharon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063648305456402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpJPdygJRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Leo3VhvfXzA/s400/RifatOWENSharon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rifat, O Wen and Sharon, Rifat's too clean! &gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpJl06_GsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ohGOerNPz5M/s1600-h/GroupPercussionPhoto2!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218064032472177346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpJl06_GsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ohGOerNPz5M/s400/GroupPercussionPhoto2!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group photo!!!!! GO PERCUSSION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpJ5xbPRfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KEg3huUa-ys/s1600-h/GroupPercussionPhoto3!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218064375131096562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpJ5xbPRfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KEg3huUa-ys/s400/GroupPercussionPhoto3!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Photo! Erfee pro la he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpKHSPlq0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MFoo7j9mco8/s1600-h/GroupPercussionPhoto!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218064607278902082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpKHSPlq0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MFoo7j9mco8/s400/GroupPercussionPhoto!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Photo!! AGAIN!! PERCUSSION! WHOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpKYUy9JrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q7v7glrtXQo/s1600-h/GROUPPHOTO!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218064900021888690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpKYUy9JrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q7v7glrtXQo/s400/GROUPPHOTO!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST GROUP PHOTO! SAY CHEESE, PERCUSSION!!!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we had bubble teaa! And we all went home. On the way home, Hajar, Rashida, Hakim and me gossip gossip la, confidentiaaaaal! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I had a great day!!! Thanks for percussion for such a great day, it's great to be with you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2901274654526309304?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2901274654526309304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2901274654526309304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2901274654526309304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2901274654526309304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdaybash.html' title='BIRTHDAYBASH!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SGpIchmSlHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0fBsPClG8I/s72-c/O-Wen-CAKE!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5616898740039282104</id><published>2008-06-28T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:39:18.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had like 9 hours of band. Madly tired, but still lovin' it. We trained on the field from 9 onwards, I fell in late, cos I missed the bus, and there was heavy traffic. Got punished... We watched our own video, and I SUCKED ON THE FIELD... 3 days of hardcore training, and I can't even get some steps right... Can't even play and march... Can't even check proper dressing... I hope I have improved now........... Please, I really need to... Then we went Roti Prata for lunch, we had to sit outside, cos inside no space, it looked like some illegal gathering with the round wooden tables and red chairs. LOL! Then we had a great time la, but the prata came at 1.20, 25 minutes before fall in... We knew we're gonna be late. After coming back, late as hell, we went to practice this cool new thing our leader showed us, damn cool. But in the end, we didn't do it. Then after that, I got literally drilled by Kamarul and these 2 alumni. Sorry I have to catch you guys' names next time! They were really helpful, teaching me all the stickwork, but I still sucked at it though, gotta practice ALOT. They gave really good advice. Today Mr. Azlan step down from bandmaster, I really liked him, he had this... beat around the bush manner of language. I think he's damn cool la. Anyways Mr Siao is back, I hope that'll be a good thing since he brought our glory in '98. And we got tekan by secretary, cos we came late... LOL! Then since we got YING ZHENG a cake, we decided to gather and eat it. Hehe O Wen smashed a piece into Zheng's face, so damn funny la. Then they ran one round round the school HAHAHA! I love my section la, they're such nice and fun people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5616898740039282104?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5616898740039282104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5616898740039282104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5616898740039282104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5616898740039282104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/06/band.html' title='BAND!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-820041542211501569</id><published>2008-06-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:43:59.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOGOGO! PERCUSSION!!!</title><content type='html'>Heh, today was the SYF opening ceremony preview. We went from school, we were like super duper late waiting for Erfee! When we finally reached there, we got to our seats. I wanted to talk to Zheng and Damian but Sharon sitting there, so I have to carry her bag the whole day so as to switching place with her. Lol Ying Zheng, Damian and me had alot of fun commenting on bands la. First act was Deyi, our rival, but being a humble band, we gave them a standing ovation, after all, they did win the SYF 2008 =D. They started off with these cool flying aeroplanes, one crashed, quite ironic lol... They were pretty good as usual, now I can hear the music from the grandstand, their song choice were pretty good. They had a great drum major, hes like super! They performed the SYF 2008 stuff, it was pretty good, just that I didn't really like their drills and marching style... DCI and all. It was pretty good, the dressing is abit out though, maybe it's just me. Next was Bowen, didn't like it. They were very... asian... The songs were very... different, very... chinese? Very messed up, and their snare drums were off like most of the time. Maybe I just had high expectations after watching Deyi? The rest of the show was pretty boring... Serious, sorry! Leader told me if I don't improve in 1 week, I have to go cymbals or bass drum... I hope not, it's really uneven, I'm gonna promise to try my best this whole week... I can imagine the worst, and it ain't good, I love my section too much to get out man! After that I had to carry Sharon's bag around the universe or something. We went to Leisure park, found out no where to eat, so went all the way to Macs at Kallang Old Airport Road there. I was bloated man! It was so damn fun! Everyone was laughing. Reflecting on this, being in percussion is FUN! It's probably the best section I've been in! :P I only went to Auxi... I love percussion man. Lol, Erfee was like the man with the money, and we were the laughing machine. Like he said, put 20 cents in the machine and it starts laughing madly! Lol, he say anything we laugh like mad, especially Hajar la, she laugh until cannot control, make us all laugh! IT WAS A GREAT DAY! I'D LOVE TO THANK PERCUSSION FOR THE GREAT DAY AND THE LAUGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-820041542211501569?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/820041542211501569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=820041542211501569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/820041542211501569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/820041542211501569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/06/gogogo-percussion.html' title='GOGOGO! PERCUSSION!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6396543958295425528</id><published>2008-06-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:29:18.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHEHE!!! READ BEFORE DOING CONTEST</title><content type='html'>RE: CONTEST PEOPLE: POST YOUR ANSWERS WITH NUMBERS UNDER COMMENTS, ONLY ONE TRY, THOSE POSTED ON THE TAGBOARD IS NOT COUNTED. DON'T CHEAT. READ THE RULES BELOW FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys! Back from band camp! IT WAS GREAT!!! I would love to thank the percussion section who supported me and cared for me alot, you guys are the bestest! Like to specially thank O Wen for teaching me everything and cheering me on, Leslie for also teaching me and telling me steps when I fucked up, Joel for being a great mirror when I fucked up, Zhang Xin for caring, Damian for teaching me stuff, Joyce for making me smile (; and the whole percussion basically plus Kaini too, especially when I lose my dressing ;P I learnt alot during camp, so much that I didn't believe I could do, I really like to thank the band, alumni, bandmasters and everyone. Oh and Mr. Kajiyama (sorry if I spelt wrong!) He has a damn cool accent especially when I'm on the brink of smashing my sticks to the ground when I couldn't stand the pain, he cheered me up alot with his damn cool accent ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the winners of the contest: James, Ding Yan, Kenneth (Leong), Hanafia, Esther, Kaini, Kenneth (trombone) and many others I may have forgot. To the winners: HAHAHA!! I MADE YOU ALL COUNT 148 WORDS!! HAHAHAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm gonna post another contest now! ;D it's pretty old. Just tag your answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find the 75 bands in this picture (takes a long time to load), post your answer like this [Number] [Band] and then the [Clue] E.G. 1. Rolling Stones: The big rolling stones rolling down the street in the middle of the picture... HAVE FUN!! (And DON'T LOOK AT THE TAGBOARD UNTIL YOU GIVE UP!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb234/vurdlak8/illusions/75bands.jpg"&gt;http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb234/vurdlak8/illusions/75bands.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers will be up next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6396543958295425528?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6396543958295425528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6396543958295425528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6396543958295425528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6396543958295425528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/06/hehehe.html' title='HEHEHE!!! READ BEFORE DOING CONTEST'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-1112894451964964462</id><published>2008-06-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:31:38.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD BLOG! (Win a surprise!)</title><content type='html'>Call the police! This blog is DEAD! ;OOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peeps, just wanted to declare. The report came in. My blog has been MURDERED... ;OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*den den deeeeen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have yet to find the murderer. The suspected cause of death is starvation of blog posts. The killer is the only one who has access to the blog, which had prevented it from consuming blog posts. The killer is the one and only pos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Knock knock* Open up! This is the blog police! OH DAMN! GOTTA GO GUYS! BUT BEFORE I RUN FOR MY LIFE, I SHALL REPLY TAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Thanks for wishing me a belated birthday. Really appreciate it. Cheers to ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Find the mistake! Tell me which word it was. (E.g. The 157th word) The first one to get it, will get a surprise! Just send your answer to waihuin(at)hotmail(dot)com with your name, hp number and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant.&lt;br /&gt;Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant.&lt;br /&gt;Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant.&lt;br /&gt;Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant.&lt;br /&gt;Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. Redundant. 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Redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Schwartsenager (or however the hell you spell it.): I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-1112894451964964462?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/1112894451964964462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=1112894451964964462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1112894451964964462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/1112894451964964462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/06/dead-blog.html' title='DEAD BLOG! (Win a surprise!)'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6669678472240869781</id><published>2008-05-25T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:33:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG REPLIEES!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Lol, I realised, I have never replied my tags. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad... :P So I should start, shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard hu stole ur money: Lol, you are really screeeeeeewed up! It isn't my money anyways, it was supposed to go to charity, you just stole from charity man, think bout that! Anyways, stealing is a crime, hope you know what'll happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMS: Chill man chill, he'll get his karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWK: Got that right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaini :D: :PPPP He got too much time la, don't blame him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: It's ok! Hahaha it's kinda amusing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nameless: lemme guess... you areee.... NAMELESS! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMS: Thanks man, you too, enjoy yourself at Melbourne, take care! And do tell me if you need anything from SL sale, that just gives me a bigger excuse to buy something myself too :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6669678472240869781?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6669678472240869781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6669678472240869781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6669678472240869781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6669678472240869781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-repliees-d.html' title='TAG REPLIEES!!! :D'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2799906449407970664</id><published>2008-05-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:28:16.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELIUM IS FUUUUUN!</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days in your life where you can go... WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having acquainted a bunch of secondary school mates for half a year, 4 months and 22 days, 142 days, 18 hours and 59 minutes to be exact, have brought me through thick and thin, and brought me far. I just wanted to say, thanks to all my friends and family for making my life able to happen smooth and rockin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the bazaar day! WOOOO! I finally have a chance to go on stage again, been waiting since 29th December. I was gonna perform in the Bazaar gig '08, TWICE! Really hyped about it. There was me and james, sudden revolt, ragtime sedation and two teachers who's names I have yet to find out. First up was James and me + O WEN the awesome drummer to back us up. Went really smoothly, James solod really well I must say, O Wen was solid, and I was able to do my thing, loud. It was the first time I got to blast my tubes and speakers, and boy it was literally orgasmic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next was Ragtime Sedation's set. They were talented, just that their sound wasn't very good. Every part for guitars were distorted, even the parts for clean. Faris, I mean he is one singer who can belt it out, but he did it in the wrong key. I really appreciated their drummer, he was great. But overall, they were great, and they were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ragtime's set, it was Sudden Revolt's set. They were just great, James on guitar... What ya expect? :D Rifat on vocals, even better... (but sadly, his mic was pretty shitty) O Wen on drums, ZJ on bass, Bryan (gotta say, for a kid who used to bully me when I was Primary one and he was Primary 3, he's changed alot from what I perceived of him. He's a great guy, realy nice and funny, and man he can play the piano like he was Grade 8 or something, have yet to find out if he is :P) it was a solid band. What the funny thing was Rifat's jack kept screwing with him at the beginning of the set, at the second round, he had to stop Bryan from the piano part. I loved their set. I gotta thank them for inviting me. Not forgetting Jun Wei (I think that's his name) He was great too. Special thanks to Stefan for helping me shoot the footage for the second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the same whole thing again for the second round, oddly some stuff got abit messed up so SR switched times with Ragtime. No matter, both bands were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gig, we hung out in the audi while they had the sms contest thingy. We had loadsa fun chatting. Lol, I told Rifat that if he'd suck in air from a balloon, the helium would cause his voice to become damn high. So we got some balloons and tried, it was funny as hell, we couldn't stop laughing, Rifat sang Somewhere Over The Rainbow, it was hilarious, damn funny. It was fun hanging out with 'em, their pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that crap ended, we moved our load to the hall backstage, where we continued to mess around, James and me just slacked and played guitar, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their class 3E which had organised the gig and the sms contest won the best effort for sec 3 level. We (they) had earned $672.30 worth of sales, which beat the sec 2 level by half and the sec one level by twice. Just awesome! I am really grateful towards them. And to think it was all thanks to soft, where I had met James. Small things do grow into big, awesome things. Thanks for the fun, laughter and grooviness guys! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. To the bastard who stole my money, god bless you, it's a long way down for you, turn around now, because of these little things, it might evolve into more serious things. Not asking you to return the cash, just remember, turn around now, it's not too late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2799906449407970664?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2799906449407970664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2799906449407970664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2799906449407970664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2799906449407970664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/helium-is-fuuuuun.html' title='HELIUM IS FUUUUUN!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5121563624248556991</id><published>2008-05-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:41:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO UPDATE:D</title><content type='html'>HELLO! Long time no update :P So today, Shahmi, Ryan and me were planning to watch IRON MAN! WHOOOO! So after school, I went to change to my usual rockboy outfit (lol, wth) Then rushed down. OH I FORGOT. THAT BASTARD WHO STOLE MY 26 DOLLARS WORTH OF TICKETS COLLECTIONS, GO FUCKING ROT IN HELL AND DIE ASSHOLE!! NOTHING BETTER TO DO ISSIT? BLOODY SON OF A BITCH! Ok, I had to curse... REALLY! Back to the topic... After school, Ryan and me went to Bedok Interchange, we didn't really know how to get there, so we just sat there till we came to a halt :P We ate Macdonalds. Then Ah Soon called me, told me say he also want to come. We waited for him at Macdonalds. Then we all waited Shahmi, they "kissed each other"! Cos I couldn't finish my mcnuggets so I asked Ah Soon if he wanted it. He hesitated for like 5 minutes, he thought I dropped it, true fact is that I didn't really do anything to it. Then he took a bite, then out of the blue, Ryan and me started to giggle LOL then he put the nugget back, it had bite marks :D Then Shahmi came and just opened the box and bit the nugget HAHAHAHAHHAAA!!!! We headed down to tampines, where we got Ah Soon his tickets, and we all went to Yamaha... for no reason, I tried some random Yamaha acoustic guitar... THE STRINGS WERE LIKE RUSTY!!!! Then we went to watch the movie. It was an awesome movie, fantastic, I loved the whole thing. (partially cos of the motherloads of heavy metal songs in the movie :D) After the movie, we all headed to MRT to take to Bedok (for Shahmi, Ah Soon and me) We were fooling around with Ryan, cos he dunno how to go home LOL His house in Hougang siao right! Then he was told to take MRT go to Paya Lebar Station then take bus home. Then Shahmi and me told him he was mad and joked that it would take 3 hrs... HE ACTUALLY BELIEVED :D Had such a fun day with them laa! Awesome 3 dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I have the continuation of Kenneth's and my crap-talking sessions! ENJOY :D&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;maybe mines made by some spanish guy with magical hands&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;narhs&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;was made by some mad lutheir who was smoking pot and drinking booze&lt;br /&gt;and he was high&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;so he did the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and he started crafting&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;in one ning&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;*night&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;he was a treecutter&lt;br /&gt;but he was high&lt;br /&gt;he started crafting out smth&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;so he chop&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and it slowly fell into the shape&lt;br /&gt;of a strat&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;chop onto the tree&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;then came to a strat&lt;br /&gt;then he&lt;br /&gt;plucked it out&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;then he bought off some unknown pickups from some street guy&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;for 3 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt know they were so good&lt;br /&gt;he popped them in&lt;br /&gt;then got some electronics from radioshack&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;dunno mine were good or not&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;stole machine heads from a local guitar shop&lt;br /&gt;and spent the rest of the night building the monster&lt;br /&gt;when he woke up the next morning&lt;br /&gt;he realised a strat was lying on him&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;he found a girl beside him plus the strat&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:26 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;   WWH: :&lt;br /&gt;he fucked the girl while building the guitar&lt;br /&gt;looool&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:26 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yet another additiont to our line by line story game&lt;br /&gt;   WWH:&lt;br /&gt;loooool&lt;br /&gt;save thiiiiiss&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor Penguin says (11:26 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5121563624248556991?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5121563624248556991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5121563624248556991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5121563624248556991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5121563624248556991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-no-updated.html' title='LONG TIME NO UPDATE:D'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6869647093293209273</id><published>2008-05-09T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:59:05.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam-whoring part two: relic project gone wrong</title><content type='html'>Lol today, after our exams, I felt WONDERFUL :DDD So I went out with Wei CHEEENG, HanafiA, Shahmi/Sri, Ah Soon and Marc. We wanted to go madonna, but then at that time only go breakfast )): so after much persuasion, we went to KFC! WOOT! :D Then we went to borders, siala, on the way we met Wei Rui, Hajaar, Rashida and Nifal. Don't know what they doing also la... I met Ailyn, then after that I also met Sahil, Nigel and some dude (lol, sry I forgot your name) So many Ngee Anners... I also saw Teresa and Olivia plus Denise from 1st floor they were on the B1 floor... lol! After all that walking, and carrying my CRAZILY heavy load. We settled at borders... Marc the rich brat bought a Rainbow CD plus a earpiece all in one, I'm so jealous... Lol, but I already know half the songs, I can use the money to save up for charity... or a new TELECASTER or.... TAYLOR HEHEHE (it will take a life time to save up... SIAN) In the end, I bought guitar player mag, lotsa cool info bout pedal boards in that issue. I met James, as planned... We went to Giant, (here's a mini rant) so we decides to find sand paper for the relic project... There was this old sales woman... she doesn't know what the hell she's doing, and we asked for sand paper, after looking awhile... She helped us find it, who knew, NOBODY knew what Grit the sand paper was, in the end we just grabbed all three types (By then, we're screwed...) We went to KFC to eat his lunch, then we went over to his house, the relic project that gone wrong begins... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAM WHORING SESSION PART 2: RELIC PROJECT GONE WRONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;READ BEFORE SCROLLING, THE WAY THIS PROJECT GUITAR IS TREATED IS HIGHLY DESTRUCTIVE AND TO A CERTAIN EXTENT UNCOMFORTABLE, IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY TORTURING GUITARS, DO NOT PROCEED, WE TELL YOU FIRST, SO KEEP YOUR RETARDED COMMENTS TO YOURSELF PLEASE. THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. View the photos in full size for more detail.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2475202589_d423f33e0d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2475202589_d423f33e0d.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, unstringing the guitar... hehehe thats a damn nice guitar stand James... Notice how clean the guitar looks... well notice it, it won't be like that for long :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2475203295_cf8fa77398.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2475203295_cf8fa77398.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so clean, few paint cracks here and there, nothing much... yet...&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2475204187_4329dfb4f3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2475204187_4329dfb4f3.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stripped the whole body down, no electronics... There's a hole in the body, what a horrendous guitar... Lol, what to expect from a 60 dollars old used cheapo strat... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2475205559_2c881da404.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2475205559_2c881da404.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neck, it was pretty much worned abit for us, we just made dings on the head stock. Awesome shot: James (j_m_s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/2475207709_98a08960ff.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/2475207709_98a08960ff.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitar's back, also a few dings, paint cracks here and there, we were experimenting with sandpaper on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/2475209421_3d4588f55a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, I'm Pete Townshend, swinging guitars around :D Photography: James (j_m_s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2475210431_843982169c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2475210431_843982169c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made paint cracks by playing with it in the play ground... throwing it around and stuff, and occasionally hitting metal stuff, the one near the left horn is made by me :D I threw it, and is slid and hit a metal pole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2145/2475212235_cd9405a776.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2145/2475212235_cd9405a776.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, with a retarded face, and a screwed up strat... Nonetheless, the shot is awesome :D Nice shot James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2475220227_9d417aba34.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2475220227_9d417aba34.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome shot by James, you have to view in in full size... It's the fretboard :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2476026340_6172be4ef4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2476026340_6172be4ef4.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made that much wear, by dragging it on the road, then sanding off the white shit beneath the lousy finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2476024480_31dcedd843.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2476024480_31dcedd843.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The body before we wrecked havoc over it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2476029142_c86b0f501c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2476029142_c86b0f501c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, thats me, dragging the guitar body along the GRAVEL path way :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/2476030910_b5c125f57e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/2476030910_b5c125f57e.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIT I BROKE THE NECK OFF! naaaaahhh... LOL! That's a nice shot of the back, I think it was after James did "Surfing With The Alien" Where he surfed on the guitar across the gravel pathway, it looked like crap lol, but at least you cant see it too obvious, and the paint cracks at the bottom are not bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2476031628_c800b903c6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2476031628_c800b903c6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandiiiiinnggggg Sand Sand Sand SLIP OOPS DANG AAAH NEVERMIND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2476038858_5599379db5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2476038858_5599379db5.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care for some... plastic tea? Heh we placed the plastic parts (pickup covers, knobs, Pick-up selector) in tea so it will looked more greenish-yellowish to make it look more seasoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2476039532_c0e7dd6168.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2476039532_c0e7dd6168.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY GOLDFISH DIED :OOO :'((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, it was fun to relic with James, and he's awesome at guitar... Thanks for sharing this experience with me man! Hope to jam with ya in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I went over to Tao Nan Primary School to meet JACK! Hah, he gave me his Vox V874 WHICH SOUNDS RADICALLY AWESOMELY RADISOME!!! THANKS LOTS BRO! And I went home, really REALLY tired... Was out from 6.15 am to 6.15 pm, how bad is that... Whew, gotta go sleep now... CYA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6869647093293209273?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6869647093293209273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6869647093293209273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6869647093293209273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6869647093293209273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/cam-whoring-part-two-relic-project-gone.html' title='Cam-whoring part two: relic project gone wrong'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4126352806807976220</id><published>2008-05-06T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:13:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehehe I'm boreeedd!</title><content type='html'>LOL I'm bored, and I dont want to study geography so I guess I shall post my story me and kennyyy wrote. We should publish this scene... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;psst.&lt;br /&gt;wheres all the pot stalled?&lt;br /&gt;*stored&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;its stored at the plants store&lt;br /&gt;they sell lotsa pots there&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;how about the grass and coke?&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;grass also can be found at the store&lt;br /&gt;there will be a vending machine by the cashier&lt;br /&gt;there it will state, pepsi&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;thats the coke, its a secret code&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell! im refering to THE GOODS you blockhead!&lt;br /&gt;*slams table*&lt;br /&gt;wheres the stuff?&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;THE PLANTS STORE&lt;br /&gt;I HID EVERYTHING ACCORDINGLY&lt;br /&gt;*slams table*&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*goes to plants store*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;i'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*speaks to store assistant*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;tell him the code&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;pepsi mayonaisse = mc to the power cube&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;store assistant: you got it&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;follow me&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*store assistant opens a giant vault*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;there sat the boss&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;"i was expecting you..." said the big fatass boss in skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;wwh: *whispers* do the secret handshake under your thigh, than place your palm on your head bow and say good macaroni, and spin 3 rounds, thats the cult handshake&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*does it*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;lol lazy&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;boss:&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting you&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;you bet you were.&lt;br /&gt;now... wheres the stuff?&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;boss: i bet i was betting that i was expecting you to bet that i was betting on expecting you to bet on me betting to expecting you to come&lt;br /&gt;what stuff of which you are speaking of?&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;enough pretending, hand it over!&lt;br /&gt;*takes out a shotgun*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU NEED&lt;br /&gt;*takes out double shotgun*&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;i need the STUFF. you know, THE STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;THE STUFF IS AN ALBUM BY THE CAUSEWAY BAND *throws cd on to kenneths skull*&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*loads shotgun and squeezes trigger*&lt;br /&gt;*time goes into slow motion*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;you cant squeeze a trigger&lt;br /&gt;bodoh&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;press&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;thennn&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;you cant do that either&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;a sudden flash of light&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;BODOH&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;a sudden flash of light&lt;br /&gt;the fats of the boss&lt;br /&gt;deflects the bullets&lt;br /&gt;to your partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;momojo stratocaster&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;and the boss grows a afro&lt;br /&gt;OMG! its THE ONE&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE ONLY&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE DID YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE CHOSEN ONE&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A THUNDER SCAR ON MY FOREHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;wait you cant see thunders...&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE CHOSEN ONE! ITS PARRY HOTTER&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;*takes out marker* HAH NOW YOU CAN SEE THE MARK ON MY HEAD&lt;br /&gt;ITS A MUSICAL NOTE&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;rips out fats, and suit&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;after closer examination&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;takes out lefty voodoo caster&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE ONE&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE ONLY&lt;br /&gt;JIMI!!!&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;MAY THIS WORLD HAVE PEACE AND FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;*SPARKS FLY*&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;*shreds magically and blow kenneth away*&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;a sudden flash of light.. (again)&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;kenneth! wake up!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;kenneths mother smacks his butt&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;kenneth starts to gain back consiousness&lt;br /&gt;his arms&lt;br /&gt;start to transform&lt;br /&gt;into steel&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;IRON MAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;he wears his iron helmet&lt;br /&gt;his pulls his socks&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt; (8) I AM IRON MAN (8)&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;and he plays iron man on his built in mp3&lt;br /&gt;IIII AMMMM IRONNNN MANNNN&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;jimi aint scared&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;without jimi, there will be no iron man&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;iron man gets pissed and shoots a mini rocket&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;iron man, kill me, you will kill yourself, the world can then be in peace&lt;br /&gt;a sudden flash of light&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;and then jimi says&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU FUCKING METEORS&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;when the power of love overcomes the love for power, the world will know peace&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;they started making out&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;MM THEY LIKE IT&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;the two most powerful souls in the world&lt;br /&gt;unite sexually&lt;br /&gt;they work together and brings peace to the world&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;a sudden flash of light&lt;br /&gt;kenneth: PASS ME THE STUFF&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;boss : huh?&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;lets switch back our positions please&lt;br /&gt;boss: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;eh ok&lt;br /&gt;wait... what am i saying&lt;br /&gt;what stuff?&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;yeah what stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea o.O&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;lets do the barney song&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;asks mojojo stratocaster&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;mojojo stratocaster no exist in barney!&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, lets sing!&lt;br /&gt; WWH:&lt;br /&gt;i love you, you love me, we are one happy family&lt;br /&gt; Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;iieee lurbbb euuu.... euuu lurbb meee&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;t rex: DAMN YOU METEORS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO BARNEY&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;we're a happpiiiee familiiee&lt;br /&gt;tweets!&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;OHMAHGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;ITS A GIANT DINOSAUR&lt;br /&gt;WWH:&lt;br /&gt;THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth:&lt;br /&gt;RUN FOR YOUR DICKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4126352806807976220?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4126352806807976220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4126352806807976220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4126352806807976220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4126352806807976220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/hehehehe-im-boreeedd.html' title='Hehehehe I&apos;m boreeedd!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2609872697660272231</id><published>2008-05-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:15:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 MORE DAYS!! :D</title><content type='html'>2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL I CAN GET MY VOX V874 WAH PEDAL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL BAND PRACTICE CAN CONTINUE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback! CAN START JAMMIN'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL Feedback! LEARNS THEIR FIRST ORIGINAL :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMS+WH CAN START JAMMIN'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL JMSWWH GUITAR RELIC PROJECT BEGINS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIG PRACTICE WITH SUDDEN REVOLT! (WHICH MEANS JAMMING WITH O WEEEEEN) :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL I CAN SEE THE LIGHT! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO F&amp;amp;*KING LITERAL IN YOUR FACE FREEDOM!! \m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on there fellow students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 MORE DAYYYYSSS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"An unexplainable bond developed between the guitar, and the player." - WWH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2609872697660272231?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2609872697660272231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2609872697660272231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2609872697660272231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2609872697660272231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-more-days-d.html' title='2 MORE DAYS!! :D'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2366740504797498183</id><published>2008-05-04T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:34:06.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE JOIN http://fanaticfootball.proboards80.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ALL LOVE FOOTBALL DON'T WE? LIVERPOOL FTW :D FELLOW FOOTBALL FANATICS, PLEASE JOIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanaticfootball.proboards80.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://fanaticfootball.proboards80.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(P.S.  Hanafia owes me one  :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2366740504797498183?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2366740504797498183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2366740504797498183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2366740504797498183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2366740504797498183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-join-httpfanaticfootballproboard.html' title='PLEASE JOIN http://fanaticfootball.proboards80.com'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6500598810286678708</id><published>2008-04-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:22.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photo Memorieees Part 1.</title><content type='html'>Hey, tonight I will be posting all my favourite memories, through PHOTOGRAPHS! Cam-whoring retardation... Here we gooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195063822738479426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiTBavPWUI/AAAAAAAAADE/4th3DwYi3_0/s200/P9121013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, that's me when I was jamming with EIC before the October 07' gig at L Cube studios, thats Melvin's headstockless bass :D, pretty damn awesome, 5 strings is the way ta go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiMGKvPWGI/AAAAAAAAABU/MplkxYwxdPU/s1600-h/P9121005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195056207761463394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiMGKvPWGI/AAAAAAAAABU/MplkxYwxdPU/s200/P9121005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, noodling with the drums at the EIC jam, damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiLKavPWEI/AAAAAAAAABE/7CZTw24sxIY/s1600-h/P9121003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195055181264279618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiLKavPWEI/AAAAAAAAABE/7CZTw24sxIY/s200/P9121003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Joe Mama, he has the same english name as me (: He's a damn awesome drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiMfavPWHI/AAAAAAAAABc/-SVon5Y7G7c/s1600-h/P9121002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195056641553160306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiMfavPWHI/AAAAAAAAABc/-SVon5Y7G7c/s200/P9121002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on lead guitars, heh Semaanngaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiM-qvPWII/AAAAAAAAABk/VvzSArMrvhI/s1600-h/P9120997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195057178424072322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiM-qvPWII/AAAAAAAAABk/VvzSArMrvhI/s200/P9120997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Melvin, WH, Rai, Joe, Keith. Where's Jack?! DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195057599330867346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiNXKvPWJI/AAAAAAAAABs/td2XR1Qxf5M/s200/P9120990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn head to look, BOOYA! My guitar wants to kill your mama! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiN0avPWKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7OKyJHvy4I0/s1600-h/P4131242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195058101842040994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiN0avPWKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7OKyJHvy4I0/s200/P4131242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOooo! Insides of my Orange Tiny Terror, it's so psychedelic. 2 Pre-amp tubes and 2 Power tubes. Awesome photography: My daddy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiOy6vPWLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yYtMgdadu_8/s1600-h/P4051239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195059175583865010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiOy6vPWLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yYtMgdadu_8/s200/P4051239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo, cool effect, Ibanez Jem Jr. Photography: WWH (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiPVavPWMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ggLXAeQo9zA/s1600-h/P4051238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195059768289351874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiPVavPWMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ggLXAeQo9zA/s200/P4051238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibanez Jem Jr. Photography: WWH (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiPzavPWNI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q84SSSMU-D0/s1600-h/P3301328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195060283685427410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiPzavPWNI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q84SSSMU-D0/s200/P3301328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number #1's headstock and neck. Shot out of boredom :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiQbKvPWOI/AAAAAAAAACU/I3zPH4oTSpg/s1600-h/P3291324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195060966585227490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiQbKvPWOI/AAAAAAAAACU/I3zPH4oTSpg/s200/P3291324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me trying out THD Univalve. Photography: My Daddy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiQ3KvPWPI/AAAAAAAAACc/N0Cf7x7v9Cc/s1600-h/P3291232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195061447621564658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiQ3KvPWPI/AAAAAAAAACc/N0Cf7x7v9Cc/s200/P3291232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMI HENDRIX 1969 Righty-upsidedownforlefty Stratocaster. First time I saw one, Blackwood Guitars, Bras Basah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiRc6vPWQI/AAAAAAAAACk/RKTnWC2852g/s1600-h/P3291234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195062096161626370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiRc6vPWQI/AAAAAAAAACk/RKTnWC2852g/s200/P3291234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CAMERAS ALLOWED IN SWEE LEE!! Riiiiggghhhtt... sshhhhhhhh :D Me with Epiphone Les Paul. Photography: My Daddy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiR2avPWRI/AAAAAAAAACs/lR7ORaSqCKc/s1600-h/P3291230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195062534248290578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiR2avPWRI/AAAAAAAAACs/lR7ORaSqCKc/s200/P3291230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar much? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiSFqvPWSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4GAslEzszzQ/s1600-h/P3281226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195062796241295650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiSFqvPWSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4GAslEzszzQ/s200/P3281226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwards Les Paul, Beauty! Photography: WWH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiSaKvPWTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dogHMsYM6N4/s1600-h/P3271222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195063148428613938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiSaKvPWTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dogHMsYM6N4/s200/P3271222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress Acoustic Guitar headstock. Photography: WWH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiTYqvPWVI/AAAAAAAAADM/FpDDTfmTbk4/s1600-h/P3231209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195064222170437970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiTYqvPWVI/AAAAAAAAADM/FpDDTfmTbk4/s200/P3231209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully matched with the wooden floorboards. Congress Acoustic guitar, CHEAP AND GOOD! XD Beautiful photography: My Daddy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiUBKvPWWI/AAAAAAAAADU/666-jJGhulk/s1600-h/P3231181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195064917955139938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiUBKvPWWI/AAAAAAAAADU/666-jJGhulk/s200/P3231181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ORANGE TINY TERROR! RAWWRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiUVKvPWXI/AAAAAAAAADc/a23obalzxW0/s1600-h/P3041152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195065261552523634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiUVKvPWXI/AAAAAAAAADc/a23obalzxW0/s200/P3041152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar's unique sound's pudding... Awesome photography: My Daddy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiU4qvPWYI/AAAAAAAAADk/N_iEzEDAbNg/s1600-h/P3211170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195065871437879682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiU4qvPWYI/AAAAAAAAADk/N_iEzEDAbNg/s200/P3211170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow this is really cozy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiVHqvPWZI/AAAAAAAAADs/RoIkc4Qqn7M/s1600-h/P2161114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195066129135917458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiVHqvPWZI/AAAAAAAAADs/RoIkc4Qqn7M/s200/P2161114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low key lighting, My Number # 1 (: This is my best photo yet! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiVcqvPWaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e98MhnLoU0A/s1600-h/P2161117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195066489913170338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiVcqvPWaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e98MhnLoU0A/s200/P2161117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Low-key lighting. 2nd best pic :D&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY FACE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiVxKvPWbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jgamZurEb-o/s1600-h/P2151104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195066842100488626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiVxKvPWbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jgamZurEb-o/s200/P2151104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes... I was very sleepy when I took that photo, but it's the only photo of my face...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Some pictures are exceptionally nice, especially those that are low key lighting and some of the others. Do check them out in full size by clicking them, it looks more detailed and beautiful :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6500598810286678708?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6500598810286678708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6500598810286678708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6500598810286678708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6500598810286678708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-photo-memorieees-part-1.html' title='My Photo Memorieees Part 1.'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBiTBavPWUI/AAAAAAAAADE/4th3DwYi3_0/s72-c/P9121013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5720186042119589295</id><published>2008-04-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:22.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fender Stratocaster '62 Reissue</title><content type='html'>As all you good guitar pals with WWH know, his extremely delayed strat came in on 13th April 2008 Sunday, the day after TK fell, how ironic? I will be doing a review of this white beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take photos as my dad needs the camera for work )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter I'll just nab a photo off the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBHkOKvPWAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upQgQf53Lfo/s1600-h/62_strat_porch1s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193182777386686466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBHkOKvPWAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upQgQf53Lfo/s320/62_strat_porch1s2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This white beauty is in collector's olympic white (sexy vintage) The body is solid Alder, nice and bassy. It has a 'C' shaped maple neck with a rosewood fretboard, pearloid inlays. Classic kluson tuners. It has a vintage synchronized tremolo system, 3-way switch (but I upgraded to 5-way) And 57/62 vintage non-reversed setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special features: Nitro-Cellulose lacquer finish, Aged mint-green pickguard and aged white plastic parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guitar plays like heaven, you can get nice transparent clean and smooth tones on the first two of the 5-way pickup selector. You can get a nice mid-boost country styled sounds between the next two positions. The last position gives you the sharp, twangy, glassy, classic, bell tone,... (the list goes on) Turn on middle gain, it gives that nice classic tube drive sound, overdriven and rough, great for blues solos. And on high gain, there is some hum but thats what its supposed to be in the 60's :P Jimi Hendrix style! Feedback! You get sharp lead and solo tones. Or fuzzy, juicy, fat and crunchy woman tone. It is one of the greatest guitars in the world (in my opinion :P definitely not with KevinSLACKER) All this for 2.35k, worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 9.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes:&lt;br /&gt;-Overall appearance&lt;br /&gt;-Versatility&lt;br /&gt;-Sparkly clean tones&lt;br /&gt;-Crunchy driven tones&lt;br /&gt;-Fuzzy distorted tones&lt;br /&gt;-Overall sounds&lt;br /&gt;-Comfy neck&lt;br /&gt;-Smooth Rosewood Fretboard&lt;br /&gt;-Free case, and case candies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;-Hum when on high gain (it's mild on my Orange Tiny Terror, but on other amps the hum is quite loud)&lt;br /&gt;-Tight jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tested with:&lt;br /&gt;-Ibanez Tubesceramer 808&lt;br /&gt;-MI Audio Crunchbox Distortion&lt;br /&gt;-Orange Tiny Terror + Marshall V30 cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that satisfied you guitar pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5720186042119589295?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5720186042119589295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5720186042119589295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5720186042119589295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5720186042119589295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/04/fender-stratocasterrr.html' title='Fender Stratocaster &apos;62 Reissue'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SBHkOKvPWAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upQgQf53Lfo/s72-c/62_strat_porch1s2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-9100573073696757154</id><published>2008-04-24T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:21:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live on!</title><content type='html'>MYE's are coming. I'm stressed, irritated, shitted and I feel really f&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lovelovelove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed. I feel like giving up, but I tell myself not to, I think you guys shouldn't either. Live on, and work hard, we can do it! The torture will be over soon... I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today I want to rant about people who think they are very smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN! Don't act smart, it really shows your ignorance when you do that. And it's bloody irritating, yes mr. I don't give f&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lovelovelove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; whether you are smart as Einstein or dumber than a bag of wang wang candies. I don't care at all asshole, if you think your smart, shut up and do your work big assed mouth. Empty vessels make the most noise, wise man be humble. BE HUMBLE you faggot. So what if you're so smart and can answer any questions, there ain't no results. Just shut your mouth, and when you get your results back, show it to everyone. Cos if you gonna act smart and be the smartest shit among your friends, nobody is gonna like ya. And these people are likely to be, ATTENTION ATTRACTORS. They do retarded, illogical things to attract attention and think that people love them. But the sad and fucking fact that is we don't, we love, to hate you to the shit. You attract attention but the wrong type. It really reflects your spoilt and show-offy personality. If you think you're so good, show it don't say it, cos to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT IS BLOODY IRRITATING AND IT GETS ON MY NERVES!! SHUTTUP, AND SHOW ME, ATTRACT MY ATTENTION IN A GOOD WAY, I'LL PRAISE YA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-9100573073696757154?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/9100573073696757154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=9100573073696757154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9100573073696757154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9100573073696757154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/04/live-on.html' title='Live on!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-929513056428152669</id><published>2008-04-16T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:48:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, rant bout youtube comment again!</title><content type='html'>OK! BACK FROM THE DEPRESSING SYF, WAS SAD, NOW JUST PISSED, RANT TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a video on a cover of Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name. The guy I'm ranting bout is to be censored but if you guys want, here'r the vid &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5wRp7hLsp8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5wRp7hLsp8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man, who is probably a stuck-up piece of horse dung, thinks that my playing is fake. I mean, do you even play guitar? Maybe you can tell me that the video is a little bit out of sync, yeah sure it is the video plus audio is lagging by about 1 or 2 miliseconds. What the shit is your big deal?! look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SAXPRRzx0fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kjjxGdh5tiw/s1600-h/BULLSHIT.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189782041359667698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SAXPRRzx0fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kjjxGdh5tiw/s400/BULLSHIT.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a fake? What makes you say that? The audio can be heard clearly in the video, my playing can be heard, cos if you think that is not my playing, get a pair of ears mr. deaf mc shithead. I am not as rich to buy a high quality video camera and a high quality mic cos my guitar sound quality can easily be differentiated from the video. Or are you praising me? Is my playing too damn perfect for your ears? Or are you jealous? Gosh, ''God'' gave you a pair of ears, be thankful and use it ass! My playing was definitely out of tune from the song, the harmonics to be exact... If you can't even differentiate that from the song, don't talk to me about whether my video is real or not. Why don't you get a life? By the way, this guy makes videos of RUNESCAPE. I mean, you're asking me, to get a life? Speak for yourself! What the hell man, I didn't even know runescape was still alive its like bloody boring, RUNES + SCAPE MAN! WTH! I mean yeah it was a fad last time, WHEN I WAS 8! It gets really really boring. And if you have the time to come shoot videos about it, you're actually pretty lifeless. My point is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T TELL OTHERS TO GET A LIFE, WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE ASSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovelovelove&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-929513056428152669?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/929513056428152669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=929513056428152669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/929513056428152669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/929513056428152669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-rant-bout-youtube-comment-again.html' title='Oh, rant bout youtube comment again!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/SAXPRRzx0fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kjjxGdh5tiw/s72-c/BULLSHIT.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4449395685041525415</id><published>2008-04-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:53:19.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TK Band... Live on!</title><content type='html'>Hey! Long time no post. I was putting my time and effort with band so we could win that title. But sadly, we did not win. But like Mr. Azlan said, neither did we fail. According to the dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail (v.)&lt;br /&gt;-To lose trust and dissapoint your supporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never failed out parents, we did not fail our alumni, we did not fail our bandmasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Deyi deserved it this year, I am very sure that they worked just as hard as us to have that title. Display Band of the year. Well, from a non-biased view (I'll try not to be) Deyi was good, maybe better than TK which they have never come close. Let's give them a chance. Well from my personal and extremely biased view: We deserved to win, but sometimes loss makes a better team. We had the magic that they did not, that jerk when spinning that special jerk, the TK jerk like one moment your playing your instruments to the crowd and the next moment your playing to the other side in a blink of an eye. SNAP! Just like that. Maybe the judges didn't think it was nice, I don't know, but if I ever get to see the band do that on the field again, I would love to. I'm just wow-ed by the performance they put up. I have to say guys, no matter what in my heart, you guys are the best display band, and Ming Wei is the best drum major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us as TK Band show Deyi what we are made off, solid black and gold, remember, 12 / 04 / 08 is the day TK Band fell down, it will pick itself up, rise and continue running like a fireball with Quote Mdm Nora: GODSPEED! 2010, we will revolutionize, we will, be the Best Display Band. Let us show Deyi, we got 5-1 you guys need 4 more, and we are gonna take one more in 2010 bringing it up to 6-1. There is no point winning as tasting the ground makes us strive for the fresh air, we will strive for victory and greed for that title like never before, mark my words Deyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for beating our decade worth of championships I fully respect Deyi for the ability and guts to do that. Congratulations Deyi band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4449395685041525415?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4449395685041525415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4449395685041525415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4449395685041525415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4449395685041525415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/04/tk-band-live-on.html' title='TK Band... Live on!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3638059049754062969</id><published>2008-03-24T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:05:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I rant, I complain, I may humour... But sometimes we need to reflect. I just realised how lifeless and boring my life is. BUT FIRST, WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I GOT 2ND IN CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!  Ok, now serious time... My life has been really lifeless and boring. All I do everyday is just, study, eat computer, family, tv sleep.... It got me thinking and looking. I used to be a playful boy, who loved trying new things, and not just sitting  around. I was a boy who looked for new things to do everyday. Now I look on myself, what has happened to that young boy I was. I looked out my window, stared into the stunning scenery of Villa Marina, the trees, flowers, playgrounds... I see little children having fun at the playground. That's what I used to do, why don't I do it now? I don't know, maybe I'm tired? I just realised, I'm getting bored of life... I need to appreciate the nature, the beauty... Before it is all gone and destroyed by the hands of our own.... So I decided, recently picking up photography, I will also go down more often and appreciate the nature, take pics, and videos. I also want to start making videos, of anything stupid, cool, fun, nice, musically related, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3638059049754062969?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3638059049754062969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3638059049754062969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3638059049754062969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3638059049754062969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7193551649847376636</id><published>2008-03-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:17:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant: Chain-mailers</title><content type='html'>Okay, todays rant is about chain-mails. Seriously, these people who make them, MUST have a lot of times on their hands... I mean, seriously, WTF... is you guys' problem? Are you blind to dangers? Or are you just as gullible as a sorry little piece of ass... Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS REALLY WORKS! (Really? You sound like those erally, shitty 80's advertisements)ONCE YOU HAVE READ THIS, YOU CANNOT TURN BACK (oh right, as if I can't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS TEDDY, I HAVE NO EARS, NO EYES AND NO NOSE (Oh, then how the fuck are you typing this?) MY PARENTS KILLED ME (Oh, your parents must have been retarded then...) IF YOU DONT PASS THIS ON TO 10 OTHER PEOPLE IN 8 MINS, I WILL COME TO YOUR BEDROOM CLOSET AND MURDER AND BUTT RAPE YOU! BUT IF YOU SEND IT TO 10 PEOPLE, YOU WILL HAVE GOOD LUCK FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! IT WORKS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, you must have been stupid as shit, to have believed that. Really, when I read this, I was like, "SCREW TEDDY THEN!" People don't know the dangers of chain mail. When you receive them, you see the whole chunk of e-mails at the top of the page? Yes, those are the people the original sender sent to. THAT MEANS, IF I'm a sick pervert over the net, I can take all these e-mails, and prey on them all. So if you know what I mean, GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT, BEFORE SENDING INFORMATION, COS YOU ARE HARMING YOUR FRIENDS AND YOURSELF BY SENDING CHAIN MAILS, SO IF YOU SEND CHAIN MAILS, STOP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP SENDING CHAINMAILS YOU ASSHOLES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7193551649847376636?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7193551649847376636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7193551649847376636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7193551649847376636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7193551649847376636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/03/rant-chain-mailers.html' title='Rant: Chain-mailers'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-6941173771563914467</id><published>2008-03-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:38:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away, come again another day... COS YOU SUCK!</title><content type='html'>GOD! Today, I walked back in the rain. Thinking it was going to be fun. I didn't bring my umbrella, and I forgot to call someone to come pick me up from the bus stop. I thought it was going to be fun... I TRUSTED YOU... RAIN!!!! Yes, I trusted the rain, in my beliefs, rain means good luck. Well, that's my belief, and apparently, IT DOESN'T. So those who's gonna experience rain, put on your lucky charms, cos... YOU'RE SCREWED! So I went home, took a quick shower, and rested. From like 3 Pm - 9 PM I didn't check my bag, soooo... Till now, I just realised, ALL MY BOOKS ARE WET, TOMORROW, THERE IS CLASS. MAN, SHIT IM AN IDIOT! ERGHFRMIJIULAITJGN!!! Mas Selamat hates me, and he's controlling the weather... Ok, that was random... MAN, ALL MY BOOKS, PAPERS NOOOOOO!!! ARRGGHHH!!!!!!!! *breaks down and sobs* *starts abusing self* IT HEALS MY PAIIINN!!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: If you're gonna walk in the rain, prepared to be extremely screwed. Like underaged sex, enjoy now, suffer later. That was a really perverted simile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my friends are reading this, I have words to say. That was awkward as you guys know, I'm anti-emo. YES, Richard that was a really sarcastic parody of an emotional over-turbo-crazy-super-exaggerated reaction, like what every emo does. But, the story is true, I wet my books, and now I'm madder than ever... Todays rant, is about, EMO. EMO is a stereotype. Real meaning: emotional. If such a short explaination doesn't do it for you. Here: :'( Nobody loves me... I wanna die *sobs* I think I'm going to stay up late listening 'Stab my heart' and 'Nobody loves me' And I'm going to cry away all my eyeliner, for the 56895th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo is just a stereotype really. It's like a fashion. It's just like disco in the 70's, Pop-metal in the 80's. Now it's emo in the 00's. Hahaha emo = 00 Hahaha Hahaha, that is weird. But it's really just a stereotype, any music written today is gonna be accused of being ''Emo". But it's like a trend. A fashion rather. Like skinnies in the 80's and Gypsy style in the 60's with all that hair. It's like part of your fringe put down covering one eye (please 'God' gave us 2 eyes, please, treasure them), it's like the 60's afro, the size of the Amazon forest. Now, the skinnies, are back, IN DIFFERENT COLOURS. WTF man just went to Peninsula Plaza the other day, they had skinnies in green, red, yellow, blue... MY GOD, THEY ARE HIDEOUS. And like the most gayest-homo skinny was the different coloured ones. I mean one leg yellow and the other leg black. THEY ARE HIDEOUS! (I'm not sure if I spelt that correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet, in the future, emo will be just like computers and games, when they get old and obsolete, they're useless. You know, I just spoke to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWH: Hey, you know who's Hendrix?&lt;br /&gt;Rayn: No...&lt;br /&gt;WWH: WHAT?! You don't know that song... Voodoo Chile?&lt;br /&gt;Rayn: Huh? That's like damn gay lah!&lt;br /&gt;I let him hear it...&lt;br /&gt;Rayn: My god, what kind of music is that??&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I mispelled your name, on purpose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! These are timeless hits, Linkin Park man! LINKIN PARK! YOU LISTEN TO LINKIN PARK I UNDERSTAND, YOU HAVE YOUR PREFERENCE... BUT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY MY MUSIC IS SHIT?! I'll getcha back during band prac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... Where was I??? Oh damn I side-tracked.... But anyways, I hope the emo trend will die out soon, I always see kids with their hair covering one eye... And I always think... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT?? YOU WANT ME TO RIP ONE OUT FOR YOU??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just for the record, I understand how they feel, they just over-exaggerate their feelings... (Did I spell that correct... Wait, is over-exaggerate even a word....) And for Richie... YES THEY ARE HUMANS, YES THEY NEED LOVE... HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-6941173771563914467?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/6941173771563914467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=6941173771563914467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6941173771563914467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/6941173771563914467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='Rain, rain, go away, come again another day... COS YOU SUCK!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3796041030395555312</id><published>2008-03-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:57:40.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants...</title><content type='html'>Yes people, I am going to start ranting. Don't ask me why, but I'm gonna. Today, or rather... Tonight. I am going to rant about, haters, YES HATERS. I posted a video of me playing Canon Rock which was my best version yet, but well I would say, it sucked. But clearly in the description, I didn't type: Hey, this is me playing Canon Rock perfectly. I'm so good. But you have idiots like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3945/47627359ra4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 515px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="288" alt="" src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3945/47627359ra4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything better to do, than to look at my bodies natural baby fats, which to me, I find the nice soft, and beautiful. Do you care? Goddamn the video is about me doing a cover on Canon Rock, read title if really retarded. Not: HEY COME LOOK AT MY FATS AND COMMENT ABOUT IT! Well, I decided to keep these comments, as I feel, they have made themselves look like total f*^&amp;amp;heads in cyberspace. Then there are these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/9781/76256640fp6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="84" alt="" src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/9781/76256640fp6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you probably must be god to make this kind of comments. Post a video of yourself doing 10 times better, provided with a legal form of rights that lets you flame others because you're much better, then do it. But if you're gonna have a Youtube channel which has 3 videos, your 28 years old and your videos are about Battleon. Or it has you favouriting every single guitar performance by (insert big star) But you have no videos at all. Please even if you have videos that are way better than others, doesn't mean you can pick on others. A true musician is humble. Not arrogant like you haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters, are @#$%&amp;amp;%^%^@%!#%^ holes ^~#$^%^ heads !#$^(()%^%#&amp;amp;@%^!$%!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET A FRIGGIN LIFE B**TARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow that was a mouthful, cya round!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WWH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3796041030395555312?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3796041030395555312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3796041030395555312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3796041030395555312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3796041030395555312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/03/rants.html' title='Rants...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-5802775436823433479</id><published>2008-03-12T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:36:44.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TK BAND!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all, very very very long time no post yeah. I just came back from band camp yesterday. I already miss it! It was sooo fun! On the first day, we practiced, I had to learn Timpani parts. Have to carry the 4 bloody heavy big drums around, shit man! And I very chan, I ask for the score, didn't know cannot write on it, I accidentally write, lucky only two brackets, or else I kena tekan siah! After 9 hours of long practice we finally finished. We went to take a shower and ate our dinner! Then we had a dance session and cheers, it was so fun, Hanafia dance damn pro la. I slept for like 6 hours that night. Next morning woke up, go brush teeth, eat breakfast. Lol, after breakfast, OM Cheng got pwned badly. He scolded Yi Zheng for eating in dorm, and sent him to Mdm Nura, but she sided Yi Zheng and we did our band cheer, pissed the hell out of him, hehehehe!! That day we went to Meridien Junior College to borrow their field to practice. Sadly, god decided to play with us, when we practice on field, rain, when we go off, stop raining. That sucked. We had to carry like a whole load of instruments everywhere, damn tiring. After that same as always, go eat dinner, bathe then its fun time. We went to Auditorium to watch all the songs on the original dvd. Didn't like it much. Then we watched the video taken of us on the field. It was not bad, I won't want to comment bad cos it is very impressive already, but quote our band instructor: "Still at Silver standard" I slept well that night... Probably cos I was tired. On the third day, we practiced in the hall, cos it was raining so bad. For the whole day yes, I'm tired. And the night we had been waiting for....... NIGHTWALK!!! YAY!!! The nightwalk was soo o fun. It was also very well prepared with all the ghosts and candles and the bloody mirrors, the clues and the mazes and basically everything. The storyline was that, this man made a deal with the devil cos he lived alone in the village, and he needed a companion. The devil gave him a ghost in a bottle. He was to feed the ghost dead chickens, blood and babies. Pretty gross I know. So we are supposed to save the village, it was fun la, I wanted to be scared to shit, but ironically I felt like laughing most of the time. It was so exciting, I couldn't sleep that night. So on the last day I was so tired, and it was the national bitch day. When we carried our instruments to the hall, it stopped raining, then we move to the field, then it started raining, move back to hall... Then stop raining, move back to field, then rain heavily, so when we break camp, auxi people had to stay back and carry the instruments back, sian la! Finally, can go home! YAY! But I still miss band camp... Kk gtg, CYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WWH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-5802775436823433479?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/5802775436823433479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=5802775436823433479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5802775436823433479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/5802775436823433479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/03/tk-band.html' title='TK BAND!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-4544375818875542268</id><published>2008-02-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:43:51.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting lyrics.</title><content type='html'>Hey, today I'm gonna show you a very medieval themed song. I think the lyrics are very mysterious and nice. But honestly, I dunno whatever the hell it means. Tell me what you think, ok? (Post in the comments section, pleaaaassseee) And it would be pretty cool to write it for our literature poem test thingy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, in the year of the fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came a time remembered well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the strong young man of the rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heard the tolling of the great black bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day in the year of the fox,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the bell began to ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it meant the time had come for one to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the temple of the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There in the middle of the circle he stands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;searching, seeking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With just one touch of his trembling hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the answer will be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daylight waits while the old man sings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heaven help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then like the rush of a thousand wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it shines upon the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the day has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day in the year of the fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came a time remembered well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the strong young man of the rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heard the tolling of the great black bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day in the year of the fox,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the bell began to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it meant the time had come for the one to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the temple of the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There in the middle of the people he stands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seeing, feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With just a wave of the strong right hand, hes gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the temple of the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hes hoping, wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking back on the stories hes heard of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what hes going to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There, in the middle of a circle it lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heaven help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then all could see by the shine in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the answer had been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back with the people in the circle he stands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giving, feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With just one touch of a strong right hand, they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of the temple and the king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I don't really know what it means, but from what I interpret. It's about human sacrifice, during the medieval themes, an occassional sacrifice is required to "satisfy the kings" pretty freaky, I know... Please tell me what it means, cos I really want to know. Cheers, BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-4544375818875542268?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/4544375818875542268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=4544375818875542268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4544375818875542268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/4544375818875542268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-lyrics.html' title='Interesting lyrics.'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8657885393359905431</id><published>2008-02-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:57:17.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band!</title><content type='html'>Hi! Today we had band practice! Finally something to look forward to! I missed out on the 8 steps 5 yards spin-march thing on Thursday. Hmm, they also picked those people who had potential to the front. I didn't get selected... )): I hope they would give me a chance for at least something on the field... But anyways, we TK band must be strong. Esther and me got special tutoring from instructor. Hehehe, we crash-coursed what the batch learned in 1 hr to 30 minutes. It was so fun, and exhausting... We learnt a cheer too! So fun siah! And our instructor told us something I thought was quite weird... (Btw, if you are reading this instructor, this is just a joke, JOKE, don't put at heart.) Early = On-time, On-time = Late, Late = Laggi Jialat. If you looked at it mathematically, Early = Ontime = Late = Laggi Jialat, so Early = Late = Laggi Jialat, therefore Early = Laggi Jialat. xD Remember, it's just a joke. Man I love the band! Okie enough of band, on with MY life xD. I went home, took some nice photographs of the guitar with the camera my dad lent me, still loving the shallow depth wazimigjig effect hehe. Then my mother brought me to Parkway Parade to cut my hair. And I had Swensensss (Mmmm, yummy!) After that, we went to Gramophone, I got praised for selecting Rainbow, the assistant said, for a 13 year-old he's very impressive! Hehehe XDDD We ended up buying &lt;strong&gt;The Best of Rainbow&lt;/strong&gt; for me and &lt;strong&gt;Queen: Rock at Montreal (live)&lt;/strong&gt; for her. I loved Rainbow's songs, their one of the pioneers of Hard Rock! Queen's performance was terrific! They have that energy, which most bands don't, which makes them unique. Freddie Mercury is one of the greatest frontmans ever! Pity he had to contract AIDS, R.I.P Freddie Mercury, you will be in our hearts... I just watched &lt;strong&gt;A Haunting&lt;/strong&gt; and I am scaredddd... Well, that's alot to type eh, CYA! BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One day, in the year of the fox came a time remembered well, when the strong young man of the rising sun heard the toiling of the great black bell..." - Temple of the king - Rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8657885393359905431?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8657885393359905431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8657885393359905431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8657885393359905431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8657885393359905431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/band.html' title='Band!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-563147637084943393</id><published>2008-02-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:05:41.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-valentine (15/2/08)</title><content type='html'>Hey, today I didn't go to school... again... But it really helped me to rest and have time to catch up on my homework. My work is still gonna pile up, I feel like just setting all my worksheets on fire! MUAHAHAHA!! BURRNNNN!!!!11 But I can't, this is the real world. I was going out with my friends on an outing... &lt;em&gt;She was there too... &lt;/em&gt;We went to Tampines Mall! But DAMN! I didn't know how to go there, I thought we were gonna meet somewhere in siglap, so I had to take taxi there!! -.-''' Even better, I reached earlier than them. &lt;em&gt;I got pissed with her for not informing me, I even scolded her, why must I? *sigh* &lt;/em&gt;We were gonna watch &lt;strong&gt;Ah Long Pte Ltd&lt;/strong&gt;. Got lotsa good reviews on that show... &lt;em&gt;I was totally crapped out, from the beginning of the commercials till the end, I wanted to hold her hand so badly, I wanted to tell her... I'm a coward. I just couldn't... *sigh* &lt;/em&gt;The movie was funny, great storyline, great drama, and of course funny crap. After the movie, Melissa and me went to Mac Donalds, chat chat... She was supposed to go back and then go for another movie at 8, so she decided to just stay till 8. I helped with abit of homework, haha don't doubt my intelligience hehehe... Than I went home. My dad lent me his camera, I love photography... The shallow depth waziggamigjig thing effect is a nice effect, still playing 'round with it. Can't wait to take lessons from the pro! My dad xD... Slept early as tomorrow have band, 9 till 6 nia!!! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Since you been gone, since you been gone, I'm outta my head, can't take it. Could I be wrong, since you been gone, you cast a spell, so break it!" - Since you been gone - Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-563147637084943393?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/563147637084943393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=563147637084943393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/563147637084943393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/563147637084943393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-valentine-15208.html' title='Post-valentine (15/2/08)'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3294921874319575425</id><published>2008-02-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:43:58.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day</title><content type='html'>Hi people, last night I had a very very very jialat soar throat... Today morning it got worst... A woke up, brushed my teeth and when I spat, blood was in my phlegm, anyways my oh so protective mother is already bringing me to the doctor... I feel so lucky to have my parents and relatives care for me, I don't know how to repay them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is valentines day, I was supposed to meet up with &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;but I couldn't... anyways we were meeting up tomorrow I guess I would give her the present tomorrow... I missed band practice, darn man... I was only looking forward to band practice... I have too much work to do to be excited bout school. Harith told me they did marching and turning today... DARN! I missed it... I slept at 3 o' clock till 5 o' clock, I'm happy I did, I feel much better... I still have a 2 days MC, I'm wandering whether to go to school tomorrow or not... &lt;em&gt;After all, I wanna recover fast enough to go for the outing tomorrow... &lt;/em&gt;I'm doing my vocabulary as I'm writing this... So much work to do! I can't even rest without worrying bout work... But listening to black sabbath not bad to do with homework, headbang and write :P... Hmm, I discussed with Kenneth and Huda, and they said they were OK with changing the band name to 'Feedback!' (With the exclaimation mark xD). My two aunts and grandmother fell sick too, my regards to them, get well soon! I think my mother is the strongest in the family, she takes care of everyone, What a great mum... I love you mum! Well I'll cya then, back to vocabulary! Bye ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What lies beyong us and what lies before us does not matter, what lies within us is what matters most."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3294921874319575425?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3294921874319575425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3294921874319575425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3294921874319575425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3294921874319575425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines day'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-8830356130305799053</id><published>2008-02-05T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:55:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey... I had a frickin' bad day today... I came to school, to find that I lost my wallet in the bus... I didn't bring my badge, lucky Melvin lent me. &lt;em&gt;I walked out of class to find her walking with another guy... Although I was burning inside, I kept my cool, great... &lt;/em&gt;But enough of the bad stuff, it's best to look on the bright side... I had fun in Home Econs, I finished my sewing and had a fun time cooking with Byeong Gyu, damn nice guy too... But I had to stay back to the sewing! CNY is here, I can't wait to collect money, hopefully my parents allow me to use it on my long-time GAS: Ibanez TS-808 xD Maybe I should upgrade my amp, I can't wait for my custom Wong Family Firefly clone amp hehehe... Band practice was tiring, VERY tiring... But I'm sure this training will come in use, in the competitions... Well, that's about it... CYA!! HAPPY CNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will come to know peace." - Jimi Hendrix, R.I.P, you will be in our hearts, guitar god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-8830356130305799053?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/8830356130305799053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=8830356130305799053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8830356130305799053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/8830356130305799053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-day.html' title='BAD DAY!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-989627003339492082</id><published>2008-02-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:47:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! GOT A NEW CD!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello, today was sooo busy... I woke up at 8:43 and band starts at 9, crap... So I hurriedly took a taxi instead of my usual bus routine, and was still 10 mins late, it was so malu. During band we perfected our hentak and learnt how to march, (I forgot the command :P) Right after school, I went home, shagged... Our new TV came in, digital... I really preferred the analog tube TV better, but I had to white lie that I liked the digital one, anyways, its not THAT bad. Dad and me watched School Of Rock, for the 7th time for me, I still enjoyed it xD. In the evening, mama and me went to Parkway together, we shopped for her shoes, ate Swensens (mmm....) And I bought "The Essential Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble" Double-Disc, word of advice, buy from Gramaphone, its WAY cheaper than Sembawang CD shop. We bought 3 new fans for CNY and came back. Yet to do my homework... BORED! CYA! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-989627003339492082?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/989627003339492082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=989627003339492082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/989627003339492082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/989627003339492082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-got-new-cd.html' title='YAY! GOT A NEW CD!!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-3475297334288656775</id><published>2008-02-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:35:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road run!!</title><content type='html'>Hi, today we finished school early! Yay! But we ended it with a thrill, a stupid fire drill, we were all "sooo scared". Chang Jin's joke is still running through my head... "If we all pissed all together, we will put the fire out..." I laughed like a maniac hehe... So I went back then, went to Melissa's house where Nadia, Asyilah and Clemence were all there. We set off in the drizzle to East Coast Park to the running area... Distance covered to East Coast Park: 1 km. We had to walk like another km to the running start. After reaching there, we found out the run was cancelled due to the rain... DANNNGGg we needa walk back agaiiinnn.... Better still, the rain got heavier than Black Sabbath... But man was it fun chatting and talking cock while in the rain, it somehow brought everyone together if ya know what I mean... Everyone caught a cold hehehe... Well hear I am, half sleepy... Listening to John Mayer... Tomorrow got band practice... Cya then, BYE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-3475297334288656775?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/3475297334288656775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=3475297334288656775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3475297334288656775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/3475297334288656775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2008/02/road-run.html' title='Road run!!'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-9218449278384883404</id><published>2007-10-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:32:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday... wait I have to post this it was so damn fun. After school, I ate a quick lunch and me and my dad set out on the greatest RAMPAGE ever. We turned on the CD player, opened the windows and blasted the greatest Heavy Rock band ever, Guns n' Roses at like volume 25! First rampage place, Swee Lee Music Shop, I tried out a Epiphone Les Paul Ultra guitar, Epiphone Les Paul Standard (I think...) Honey burst guitar, Epiphone Les Paul studio (natural finish) GIBSON LES PAUL STANDARD (I need to get this, but price: $6320, accepting donations, cheque and cash : D)  Epiphone Les Paul  Dunno what (lol xD, with 3 humbuckers one) Epiphone Les Paul Special. Conclusion: Swee Lee - Service: Great, Guitars: Good, but overpriced Gibbys, Amps: Mind blowing. We got back on the road, then road to Peninsular Shopping Center, blasting Pink Floyd's Avant Garde Psychedelic 70's album, The Wall. We went to see Davis Guitar to see see, no change. Conclusion - Service: Borderline below average, (Plugs your testing guitar into the smallest shit amp that sounds like crap) Guitars: Good (deduction is to cheap PRS'es why got so cheao one?, Amps: Good. We walked to Guitar Connection, bloody hell, got Tokai selling at 2k, Fender relics at 20k. Conclusion - Servi... OVERPRICED! Then we went to guitar 77, wah all the stuff there shiok. Tried an Edwards Les Paul, sounded great through the Blues Boy Deluxe, Blues Drive and a giJantical super reverb amp 4.99k (o.O) Also got praises from the guy there, for playing Jimi Hendrix hehe. Conclusion - Service: Great! Guitars: Great! but abit pricey gibbys mah. Amps: Niiiiiicccceee Customers: Kind. Whew what a great day! Came back at like 7.30 pm shagged...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-9218449278384883404?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/9218449278384883404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=9218449278384883404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9218449278384883404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9218449278384883404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-7811183704873212182</id><published>2007-10-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:31:34.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with a friend...</title><content type='html'>Today right after the chaotic and fun day at school, Richard the artist and me the guitarist, went to KFC for lunch, I was banned from KFC till the end of PSLE 2 months, 8 weeks of no KFC! Amazing! Well, the chain is broken and whew was I glad. After PSLE I went to Richard's house to chill and wrote some cool melodies on the keyboard just pressing keys and soloing in C yeah soooo fun! Then we went swimming and saw this really hot girl with a sexy figure but an ugly face at the swimming pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-7811183704873212182?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/7811183704873212182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=7811183704873212182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7811183704873212182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/7811183704873212182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-with-friend.html' title='A day with a friend...'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-2658827728960571680</id><published>2007-10-09T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:48:34.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazing afternoon</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's hot here whoo! Today it was a holiday for us but not for the High Mother Tounguers. I hope they have done their best! I woke up at 10.00am today! Relaxing! Then I contacted like all my friends to go out with me but no one was free :( Luckily, my cousin and my uncle agreed to go to the movies with me! We're gonna watch &lt;strong&gt;The Nanny's Diaries&lt;/strong&gt; later! Yay! Now on the guitar, I'm learning &lt;strong&gt;Hotel California - The Eagles&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix&lt;/strong&gt;, I would like to thank &lt;strong&gt;Vishaal&lt;/strong&gt; for this great inspiration as I was blown away off my seat when he performed at the Powerhouse! Little Wing is really tough timing, I still cant get the timing right darn! But as for Hotel California, a walk in the park, except the solo, still touching up my timing. Well that's all bye bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I once tried to kill the world's most handsome man, but I heard there were laws against commiting suicide" - Clemence Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Huin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-2658827728960571680?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/2658827728960571680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=2658827728960571680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2658827728960571680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/2658827728960571680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2007/10/blazing-afternoon.html' title='Blazing afternoon'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-730910142858822998.post-9010342695199372881</id><published>2007-10-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:50:46.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;my name is Wong Wai Huin, just call me WWH, Joey or whatever you want, just make sure I'm fine with it (; .&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post in this blog, so yeah. This is where I post my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite busy. We had our last exam, the science exam, well not the last for the higher mother toungue people. All the best to them, I specially dedicate the luck to Tang Sen, Rebecca, Kai Wen, Cheria, Xiao Qian and the rest. Well after the exam, Andre and me went off before the 13/16 gang and caught up with 16 bus, went home earlier, and we had coke and cheers'ed to the end of the 6 year torture. Then I went home, ate my spaghetti what a way to end an exam, and used comp... Went to Richard's place to hangout for a while then brought him/her back here to my house and Gladwin came along. We watched funny Madtv skits laughing our asses off. Well, dinner and my beloved dad came along, he helped me set the tension of my pawnshop guitar as the first string was buzzing really badly, I thank him! And we watched some Chuck Barry stuff and Slash of Guns n' Roses too they rock!! Yeah now I just had a chat with my mum about the hymen lol you wont know till you check it in the dictionary as heiman was a company, it sounded like hymen lawls... Now I'm here really bored..... ok too long bye byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty! Oh wont you please take me home! Yeah!" Paradise City-Guns n' Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Huin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/730910142858822998-9010342695199372881?l=grimriffer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/feeds/9010342695199372881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=730910142858822998&amp;postID=9010342695199372881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9010342695199372881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/730910142858822998/posts/default/9010342695199372881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grimriffer.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>WWH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FPUj0LaNO9U/R6M6bxHV2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frnsfxKAmnQ/S220/CIMG8467.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
